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through woodlots and agricultural fields.
We have a strong agricultural heritage in Kansas.
Oklahoma
Where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain.
I hope later she will see and feel a thing about these prairies I have given up talking to others about; a thing that exists here because everything else does not and can be noticed because other things are absent.
Nowhere in this country, from sea to sea, does nature comfort us with such assurance of plenty, such rich and tranquil beauty as in those unsung, unpainted hills of Pennsylvania.
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand on your cheek ...
I told you it was a backwoods. They probably still practice corn sacrifice.
Sunlight stretched across the Nebraska miles, burning fiery pink-gold through a bank of clouds on the horizon. It was almost sunset, and the land spread out, an expanse of never-ending cornfields broken only by the rising silhouette of a windmill or grain silo.
Welcome to Thistle Bend
Wildflower Capital of Colorado
I have a ranch, which is my favorite place in the world.
Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.
Genesee beer. The great outdoors in a glass.
The farm is one field to the east of the railroad track that used to connect New Orleans with Chicago. The track runs beside Highway 45, an old U.S. route that unites Chicago with Mobile, Alabama.
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand <>ong>onong> your cheek ...
The Satisfactions of the Mad Farmer ... the quiet in the woods of a summer morning, the voice of a pewee passing through it like a tight silver wire; ...
The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through ... ringing throughout the house was an alarm bell that no one but Alfred and Enid could hear directly.
I was born in an Ilokano village called Cabugawan. Most of the houses in it were roofed with thatch, pan-aw, a species of wild grass.
Plains deceive you; they cause you to think that life is easy! Mountains never deceive you; they teach you the realties! Go to the mountains!
That's Kansas. Or Missouri. One of those corn states.
A lot of people find rural landscapes relaxing." "Sure, until you start wondering what's creeping behind those trees, or slithering along in the grass.
A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta's child could be safe.
I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill,
Living in a rural setting exposes you to so many marvelous things - the natural world and the particular texture of small-town life, and the exhilarating experience of open space.
of grass, watching the
Small towns blossomed by elevators and the trains
Once every 14 miles along the prairie veins
We were born of progress, now progress will decree
That we're no longer viable, and should no long be ...
Still Standing about Canada's Prairie Elevators (The First Song album)
I appreciate the misunderstanding I have had with Nature over my perennial border. I think it is a flower garden; she thinks it is a meadow lacking grass, and tries to correct the error.
It's just a little ranch. Thirty-five acres. In Texas, if it's not a thousand acres, it's considered a ranchette.
The uplands of my home country in north central Kentucky are sloping and easily eroded, dependent for safekeeping upon year-round cover of perennial plants.
There is extraordinary similarities between the Midwest in America and Europe in that there is this sense of vast, open sky and loneliness and cold.
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
Laura Ingalls Wilder's 'Little House' series is a national treasure, beloved by generations. But what I love most is the peek it provides into the planting, harvesting, hunting, and preparing of the foods that America's settler families ate in the late 1800s.
The campus is an oasis, settled in an otherwise nondescript town in rural America. A place where the grain elevator and the railroad grew together.
virtue of the American frontier and its allegedly salubrious
Dream Song: As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.
The landscape looks different from every blade of grass.
The slick bare tar, the same suburban station.
The Lord said 'let there be wheat' and Saskatchewan was born.
I was born under the Blue Ridge, and under that side which is blue in the evening light, in a wild land of game and forest and rushing waters.
garden. I have been defeated,
I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.
When you are bored of the plains, the secret passages to the mountains suddenly appear out of nowhere before you!
A duck's nest was found today near the trail on the dry open prairie with as far as could be seen no water or marsh near. The bird flew off but could not tell what species. The eggs nine originally.
While it is relatively easy to recognize the perennial grasses and seed-eating sparrows as characteristic of meadows, the ecosystems exist in their fullest sense underground. What we see aboveground is only the outer margin of an ecosystem that explodes in intricacy and life below.
My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.
the incessant seethe of grasses
Fifteen years ago, my wife and I purchased an authentic log cabin in Maryland. Painstakingly restored since, the cabin sits on a forested bluff high above a wide river frequented by ospreys, eagles, geese, herons, and other water fowl.
I learn with great concern that [one] portion of our frontier so interesting, so important, and so exposed, should be so entirely unprovided with common fire-arms. I did not suppose any part of the United States so destitute of what is considered as among the first necessaries of a farm-house.
No smiling!" said Melinda. "Look stern, everyone."...
He kissed her. "Our American Gothic."
"Sweet Montana Farms style." And she kissed him back.
In the bitter cold weather Pa could not be sure of finding any wild game to shoot for meat. The
What is this place? Heaven? <> Ha. <> You're supposed to say, It's Iowa.
We admire the cold peaks of the mountains but we live in the hot paradises of the plains!
Being in the Midwest, you get the best of all worlds and add your own flavor to it.
May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.
A young Harvard student, traveled west to Oklahoma to live among the Kiowa and participate in the solemn rites of the peyote cult. In one photograph the land appears as a blur of dust, the sky fading to gray, the air darkened by soil worked loose by the wind, the farmhouses
One observer estimated that in 1901 Texas alone had eight hundred million prairie dogs.4 Jack rabbits were nearly as numerous. Antelope and deer numbered in the millions, as did the wolves and coyotes, and there were thousands of elk, bear, and other game.
The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call out there.
I live in a 'sky island,' a unique mountain valley environment where half the animal species of North America can be found.
It is a region of high plains and of mountains, having limited fertility but esteemed for natural beauty. Its
I'm from the Midwest.
I grew up in suburban New Jersey in a transitional area that was surrounded by farmland that wasn't being cultivated.
I come from the countryside. I come from a bunch of horticulture family members. My best friend was a farmer's boy.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers handle the pitch-fork; A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.
My vegetable patch is my pride and joy.
I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves of tall prairie grass bowed to the wind, or sprawling mantles of white frosted with a thin sheath of ice in winter.
Now he [Rattler] was staring at Prairie with an intensity you could light fires with. And she stared back. There was something between them, all right, something cracking with tension and danger, something almost ... alive.
Was my first landscape, red brown as the clay of her georgia.
I was introduced to country music around a campfire on a farm.
the farm. In fact, she imagined she was as far
The nation had had two symbols of solitude, the forest and the prairies; now it had a third, the mountains.
What youth or maiden conspires with the wild luxuriant beauty of Nature? She flourishes most alone, far from the towns where they reside.
Country life has its advantages,' he used to say. 'You sit on the veranda drinking tea and your ducklings swim on the pond, and everything smells good ... and there are gooseberries.
I had forgotten what mustard fields looked like ... Sheet upon sheet of blazing yellow, half way between sulphur and celandine, with hot golden sunshine pouring down upon them out of a dazzling June sky. It thrilled me like music.
There is scarcely any writer who has not celebrated the happiness of rural privacy, and delighted himself and his reader with the melody of birds, the whisper of groves, and the murmur of rivulets.
I carry the landscape inside me like an ache. The story of who I am cannot be severed from the story of the flatwoods.
The sins of the Midwest: flatness, emptiness, a necessary acceptance of the familiar. Where is the romance in being buried alive? In growing old?
I live on a ranch in Utah for now, but I'm gonna move. I've got another ranch to move to, but its location is a secret. When I get there, I'm gonna plow the road in behind me.
LINCKLAEN, JOHN. (Agent of the Holland Land Company.) Journals of Travels into Pennsylvania, New York and Vermont (1791-1792). Translated from French by Helen Lincklaen Fairchild. With biographical sketch and notes. New York, Putnams: 1897.
I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.
Longing for the mountains
I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me.
In valley drift we meet commonly with the bones of quadrupeds which graze on plains bordering rivers.
...from the big tobacco barns there welled forth a fragrance that was for these Kentuckians, the soul of autumn. Oozing out into the sunshine from every crack in the great structures, it exhilarated like an elixir, like a long draught of some rich, spicy wine.
Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below
Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lighted snow.
What place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?
I have a ranch in Montana, but it's not a real working ranch. I've always liked the outdoors. I come from Texas. My grandfather was a farmer; that's as close as I come.
A cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave.
Deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow
The clear water the color of deeply steeped tea, surrounded by cattails and gracile grasses.
On the Jellicoe road
Growing up in a rural setting in Minnesota, I was raised with the outdoors and a sense of adventure.
Forest to their fields of corn and tobacco on the fertile slopes and rich bottom-lands. The
A lake. A prayer. It's so lovely to be lovely in Private -Finch
The legendary tumbleweed is really a nurse crop that protects the growth of prairie grasses under its shade, and then it sacrifices itself and blows away.
I watched the surrounding landscape with great curiosity, and I wanted to discover the words that could describe all its unspoiled beauty.
Sometimes I rode north to the big prairie-dog town to watch the brown earth-owls fly home in the late afternoon and go down to their nests underground with the dogs.
O land and soil, red soil and sweet-gum tree,
So scant of grass, so profligate of pines
Under a shady tree
can you feel the soft cool grass?
can you feel it with your toes?
we can sit here while it grows.
Laurie Berkner
The undulent landscape looks serene in every direction. Honey-colored farmhouses, gently placed in hollows, rise like thick loaves of bread set out to cool.
The heartland lies where the heart longs to be. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the true place to plant it.