Iowa is remarkably green for this time of year. An over abundance of rain has ensured we're still cutting grass more frequently than the end of August normally dictates. My hostas look so fresh, you might imagine it is still early summer. The prairie, on the other hand, knows we're approaching fall.
If you were reading my prairie stories last year, you will remember my battle to eradicate the crab grass. My efforts were futile as evidenced by the crab grass happily seeding itself across the prairie again this year. But I am not disturbed.
With a year's experience under my belt, I know the prairie will persevere. And instead of looking down at crabgrass surrounding my ankles, this year I look up to enjoy the fronds of prairie grasses waving above my head.
Charlie Brown once commented that you can't be sad if you're looking up. I believe Charlie Brown is right.