time of tall grasses

Steve and I took a walk in a local prairie this afternoon. I am in a particularly raw state right now (more on that later), but the beauty of the October prairie literally overwhelmed me. I think October may be the most beautiful month in Minnesota: The golden low-angle light, the changing colors, the bittersweet hanging-by-a-thread of the last blooms, the opening up of long views. We all know what’s coming in this part of the world. But today preemptively redeemed February’s coming chill.

canada wild rye (Elymus canadensis)