I was at a workshop most of this week. It was a great workshop, but it was entirely indoors, covered some heavy topics, and was book ended by four hour drives. When I woke up this morning, back in my own house, I knew I needed some serious prairie time. I drove out to our Platte River Prairies as a foggy overcast sky started to break apart. When I arrived, I wandered out into some hilly sand prairie, still wet from last night’s rain. While the shell leaf penstemon wasn’t yet blooming (I was hoping…) the hairy puccoon, bobolinks, and fresh air did the trick, and I quickly felt right with the world again. Here are a few photos from my therapeutic prairie hike.