We got some light snow this week. Then, as soon as the sun came out, that snow began to melt. I was on a conference call when the sun emerged and I had a hard time sitting still during the remainder of that call… As soon as we signed off, I was out the door and heading to our family prairie, hoping to get there before the snow disappeared. I made it, but just barely – I could almost see the snow patches shrinking as I walked around.
Winter prairies, as my last post discussed, can seem empty of life at first glance. Certainly, there is much less going on than during the chaotic revelry of the summer, but fresh snow can help reveal some of what’s actually happening. I didn’t come away from this trip with the kinds of photos I was hoping for, but it’s hard to complain. The tired adage about ‘a bad day fishing’ applies here too, and I fully recognize the privilege I enjoy that often allows me to drop everything and head to a prairie at a moment’s notice.
The stories hidden in winter prairies are fewer and harder to find, but that also makes them more gratifying to discover. If you’re fortunate enough to live where fresh snow reveals stories in prairies near you, I hope you’ll be able to go on your own expedition.