The restored tallgrass prairie that covers nearly half of the park awoke in waves of bronze and gold as the sun emerged from beyond the evergreen treeline that separates Meadowbrook from the abandoned orchard to the east. The tall heads of Indian grass (Sorghastrum nutans) interspersed with clumps of big bluestem (Andropogon gerardii) waved softly in a breeze strong enough to move the prairie, but not so much that I rued my optimistically springish attire.
|"Marker" by Peter Fagan|
|Cirsium discolor (possible ID)|
I spent more than two hours in Meadowbrook and merely sampled its offerings. My appetite is deliciously whet for another year of being awed by Mother Nature as she changes with the seasons.