Tallgrass prairie is a bittersweet thing.
In deep winter when the long winds blow out of the northwest, the prairie world can be as cold, hard, and cheerless as iron--a bitter place of wind-packed snow and of sere and broken stems, a colorless monotony of white, gray, and dun. Long ago, Washington Irving wrote: "To one unaccustomed to it, there is something inexpressibly lonely in the solitude of the prairie. The loneliness of a forest seems nothing to it." If the human emotion of loneliness can be defined as a bleak desolation of spirit--a sort of gray hopelessness unrelieved by any color or joy--then winter prairie is surely one of its embodiments.
from Wildflowers of the Tallgrass Prairie of the Upper MidwestKeeping my loneliness at bay this winter . . .
- our remaining jars of yummy garlic-brined pickles inspired by Sandor Katz--we remember summer's mounds of cucumbers!
- our special jars of Seabrook Island peach jam that have been waiting for mid-winter to spread their sunshine on our toast
- spreading StoneSoupy love!
- and of course, lots of cuddles and love, painting and crafting
What's doing it for you these days?