A Prairie Garden Journal 2006 When fall comes to the garden its cold temperatures and brisk winds litter fastidiously manicured lawns and neatly mulched beds with its untidy debris of leaves. In a society obsessed with imposing its illusion of order on nature’s boisterous and often messy exuberance, cleaning up the recurring... 

A Prairie Garden Journal 2003 The worst drought in local memory appears to not yet be over.  The state’s climatologist, when asked at the recent drought conference at the Panhandle Station, if he could predict when the drought would end,  replied that the only thing that he could predict for sure is that each day brings...