Prairie Spring


Maybe it’s because it’s so hard-won. Spring on the prairies is a celebration, or perhaps better, the hush before the celebration. When I stepped out of the car I could hear a meadowlark somewhere, and almost nothing else, except the wind rustling winter’s bones. There is something both calming and sobering about a landscape where human beings have so little say. Ronald Wright, in his book “A Short History of Progress” tells us that however we pride ourselves in our technological prowess, nature always wins. On one of the first days of spring on the Canadian prairies, it’s easy to see his point.


2 replies on “Prairie Spring”

I’m sitting indoors in Quebec, reading your blog, but I can hear the meadowlark in my head and can feel and smell the breeze, warm but still with a chill off the snow. I can almost hear the “hush” too.

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