What a perfect weekend it was here in Southern Minnesota. The weather was awesome for the beginning of April and it was not wasted here. Nearby is a prairie that is just as it was and has been for hundreds of years. It is called virgin prairie because it has never been tilled or grazed or changed over the centuries.
There is so much to see if one takes the time to look. The moss and lichen on the rocks are beginning to grow, the geese, ducks and blue heron have returned. The Canadian Geese are preparing to nest and very soon there will be goslings following their parents about. the ants are busy, busy, busy, busy and I received my first mosquito bite of the season today.
It is quite awe inspiring to walk across the rolling hills, seeing small lakes and ravines. It seems as though if one let their imagination run wild you can feel and see in your mind the pioneers that traversed this land a hundred years ago. Even more so to feel the spirit of the Native Americans who once lived off these lands before the white man came.
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