i apologize if this blog has been a bit too literary lately, but that’s what happens when you’re the main reader and consultant on your husband’s first book. one of my favorite scenes in any book i’ve read is the description of levin mowing with a scythe in anna karenina, and the almost meditative, self-forgetful state he finds himself in, despite the physical difficulty of his labor. so, around here, the grasses are starting to form their seed heads, and this fact made itself suddenly urgent this morning, as i walked through my favorite local prairie. i began pulling the prettiest seed heads, and soon enough i was finding every seed head pretty, and soon after that, i had forgotten the notion of time passing.

collection of late july prairie grasses

rice creek trail, saint paul, minnesota