The prairies are nobody’s fool. They may have been mishandled, abused, overused, overburdened or become the inexplicable fall guy in a world where shirking responsibility or passing the buck left them vulnerable to continual decline. They’re making a come back. How? Why? Read about Bonnie Teel in Missouri. I might not be from the Midwest, but I did go through St. Louis once on a Greyhound and what an experience that was, to be saved for another blog and time. I hope to meet Bonnie Teel one day and say, “You make conservation so cool!” Maybe next time, I won’t just go through St. Louis.
In the meantime, I’m dreaming about the prairies and about to throw some more beets into my salad. My Ukrainian grandmother may never have traveled through the US or even imagined the Missouri prairies. Maybe someday I’ll grab this card that she gave me in which she called me “моя киця (pronounced Moya kitsya),” which in Ukrainian means “My little kitten” and get to the prairies with her in spirit.
I know one thing. If I were a little kitten I’d bet I’d love to walk through Missouri’s beautiful prairies.
Enjoy imagining yourself in the remarkable prairies of Missouri.