There’s nothing to see in a November prairie. Everyone knows that.

All the plants are brown and dried up. The flowers are all gone and nothing’s moving around. The prairie in November is depressing and sad. Don’t waste your time.

I don’t know why anyone would want to venture out into a drab landscape full of plant skeletons and vague memories. Sure, maybe you’ll get lucky and see an odd grasshopper hopping around. You might even spot a snake hoping for one last shot of sunshine before the long winter. Is that worth all that walking, though?

I’ll give you milkweed seeds, I guess. They, at least, have an interesting shape and texture, and they often cling captivatingly to other plants. If you try not to think about the futility of their journeys, most of which will end in failure (they won’t land in a place they can grow), I suppose they’re kind of pretty. But, other than that, November prairies are dismal wastelands. Also, ‘captivatingly’ doesn’t seem like it should be a real word.

But, other than milkweed seeds, and the occasional insect or other animal hanging around, there’s nothing to see in a prairie this time of year. Ok, occasionally, some striking clouds will pass majestically by, making you feel gloriously small. And, of course, there are the sunrises and sunsets, which can be really gorgeous this time of year, but they don’t look like that every day.

Mostly, November prairies are just a bunch of crunchy, desiccated plants standing around, waiting for a spring that is months away. It’s better to just sit indoors somewhere, staring at a wall and pondering the inescapable desolation of life.

P.S. A lot of people just subscribed to the blog this week, after my post on how long prairie plants can live. Welcome! If you’re new, you might not be used to my weird sense of humor just yet. Heck, even if you’ve been reading these posts for years, you might not be on board with my ‘sense of humor’. Anyway, just to be clear, I’m being facetious when I talk about how boring prairies are this time of year while showing photos that belie that.

‘Belie’ is another word that doesn’t seem like it can possibly be real.

For too long, tree lovers have claimed bragging rights over us prairie folks.

“Our plants live longer than your plants!”

Well, I bet they don’t, but I can’t prove it. However, if you’ll follow my train of logical deduction, I think you’ll come around to my side.

Perennial prairie plants start each season at ground level. That’s true for grasses, sedges, and forbs (broad-leaved plants). Their annual growth comes from buds at the base of the plant or elsewhere near or below the surface of the soil. At the end of each growing season, everything above the soil’s surface dies back and the plants will restart at ground level again the following year. This is different from trees and shrubs, which form buds above ground that help the plant pick up where last year’s growth left off, continually growing larger each year.

These belowground buds give herbaceous (non-woody) prairie plants a big advantage over woody plants when a fire occurs. It’s no big deal for grasses or forbs to restart their growth at the ground, especially if a fire comes through during the dormant season. They were going to do that anyway, so nothing has been lost. Even if a fire burns across a prairie during the middle of the growing season, prairie plants are like, “eh, whaddya gonna do?” and just start again. It might stress them a little, but they’re too cool to complain about it.

Trees, on the other hand, invest a lot of time and energy into growing tall and don’t like it when a fire destroys everything they’ve worked so hard to build. Some kinds of trees take the loss of their investment so hard they don’t bother to start again and they die. Prairie people often call these trees “eastern red cedars”.

Most trees and shrubs, though, can resprout from their own buds down by the ground and begin growing again. They don’t like it, though. You can almost hear them whining about it. If a prairie burns often enough, trees and shrubs don’t have time to grow tall enough to be bothersome (other than all the whining).

Anyway, I was talking about buds…

Because perennial plants make buds at their bases, all they have to do to survive for another year is to have at least one bud ready to deploy when spring comes around. If the leaves initiated from that one bud collect enough sun energy for the plant to produce another bud before the growing season ends, the cycle will continue. Over and over and over again.

Usually, plants have a bunch of buds stored up and ready to use in case of emergencies, such as a growing season fire, a big (or small) grazing animal, or something else unexpected like a hay mower. If something happens that requires a mid-season bud deployment, the plant can quickly respond. During a particularly stressful year, a plant might not store enough energy to create new buds. If that happens, they can still fall back on that reserve of buds created during previous year.

You’re probably starting to see why I’m so confident about the long lives of prairie plants. Of course, you may also be thinking of all the ways a prairie plant might be killed by other factors, rendering their bud bank irrelevant. Factors such as badgers, for example, who might decide to dig a big hole right where a penstemon plant has been happily creating new versions of itself for many years.

That’s fair. Prairie plants need some luck to be immortal, I guess. But we don’t know how long that penstemon plant might have been there before it finally ran out of luck and ran into a badger instead. It could have been hundreds of years or more.

The reason we don’t know for sure how old that penstemon plant was is that herbaceous plants don’t leave a record of their growth. Trees and shrubs make ‘tree rings’ that can be counted to see how old they are, leaving, (according to tree lovers) no doubt about their temporal superiority. The old growth of grasses and forbs gets burned or composted, allowing those nutrients to be recycled.

In other words, prairie plants give back to their communities while woody plants cling to their used organic material in order to retain bragging rights.

Selfish.

Hang on, though. Before you walk away thinking prairie plants would have to awfully lucky to outlive trees, let me tell you about another of their tactics. Many perennial prairie grasses and forbs have underground stems called ‘rhizomes’. They can extend those rhizomes horizontally through the soil until they deploy yet another bud – this time from the rhizome itself – and create a new stem/roots package some distance from the original.

Now there are what look like two plants coming out of the ground, but they’re actually the same genetic individual and (usually) are still connected by a rhizome. Early on in the growth of the new ‘plant’, the rhizome can act like an umbilical cord, providing food to help the new ‘plant’ grow and compete. I say ‘plant’ because it really isn’t a separate plant. It’s all part of the same clone, which in this context, refers to the collective of stems, roots, and rhizomes that are all part of one genetic individual.

Clones can keep getting bigger over time – sending out more rhizomes, creating roots and stems, and then sending out yet more rhizomes. Some plants have rhizomes that are so long that their aboveground stems could be separated by several meters, making it difficult for us to know whether or not they’re connected. Other clones grow outward very slowly and maintain a compact cluster of stems that other plants can’t easily infiltrate.

Rhizomes add a whole new element to the competition between prairie plants and trees. Some perennial grass and forb clones can grow to be many acres in size. At that point, badgers are inconsequential (no offense to my badger friends). It starts getting difficult to imagine anything other than a disease killing an entire large prairie plant clone.

Diseases also kill trees, by the way, so now we’re on a level playing field. Trees grow taller than prairie plants, I’ll give them that. But I’ll put the longevity of a ten-acre big bluestem clone against any tree in the world and feel good about my chances. It might just come down to which one gets hit by a disease first.

The additional advantage a big bluestem clone has, though, is that it’s not prone to the kind of structural damage that often ends the life of a tree. A big, tall tree is supporting a lot of weight with that trunk. Little creatures living inside the tree (invertebrates and microorganisms of many kinds) can start to damage the structural integrity over time. Eventually, many trees simply break under the pressure and die – either immediately or not long after they fall or break off somewhere along their trunk.

That big ol’ bluestem clone doesn’t have to support its own weight. The structural integrity of its stems is of no consequence because it grows new ones each year. There’s really no limitation to how big it can get, other than barriers like rivers, forests, and mountains. Ten acres is probably very small for venerable big bluestem clones. Some of surely been expanding their footprint over thousands of years, making themselves less and less vulnerable to death as they grow. Even diseases might not be able to take out an entire clone if it’s big enough.

Yes, I said thousands of years. Now we’re talking! Most trees don’t live past a few hundred years, at most. Sure, there are exceptions, and I’ll admit they’re pretty impressive. Trees can sometimes live a few thousand years. And, before you tree nerds start barking at me, I also admit there are some trees that form clones, too. I think the oldest known aspen clone in the world is 80,000 years old. That’s pretty old.

I’ll just mention that there are grasslands that have existed since the Oligocene, which – last time I checked – was millions of years ago. Are there grass or wildflower clones that have been alive for millions of years? Maybe. You don’t know. I don’t know. But it’s very possible. (Some people actually argue that the 80,000-year-old aspen clone could be a million years old too, but they can’t prove it. I bet that’s frustrating…)

In my part of the world, today’s prairies have only been around for 8,000 to 10,000 years or so, depending upon the timing of the last glacier recession. It’s very possible there are prairie plants that have been alive since the very beginning of those grasslands. That’s staggering to consider, isn’t it?

Look, since there’s no way to prove whether an aspen clone has lived longer than a big bluestem clone, it seems dumb to keep arguing about it. Let’s bury the hatchet. Ok, maybe that’s the wrong metaphor. But, anyway, let’s just try to admit that both trees and prairie plants are amazing organisms, some of which can live incredibly long lives. Ok?

The incredible longevity of prairie plants is a great message to share with people who aren’t yet excited about prairies. Once you know how long some of those plants have been alive, it’s impossible not to feel a certain reverence as you walk on top of them. (We haven’t even talked about fungi, whose mycelium networks can also live for thousands of years!) It’s just one more facet of prairies that illustrates how truly amazing they are.