A God Thing

Reflections on a small patch of prairie

Ox-eye Daisy

There is a place on my father’s land that we call “Rachel’s Prairie.” I love to take a lawn chair and sit in a clearing in the middle, between the red maple and the persimmon trees. It is a gentle rise above a man-made pond that my father constructed back in the late 1950’s. Today, the pond is wonderfully “unfinished,” bedraggled by cattails…