Stories from the tall grass prairie in the Kansas Flint Hills.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Autumn Comes to My Valley
My east gate, posted against hunting, yet people still ask to hunt.
The fall colors of the big bluestem are beginning to appear.
An old horseshoe used to maintain tension on a barbed wire fence. It is natural to see this artifact of the past in service today, and comforting.
Have I mentioned how much I love living here?
There's no place like home - Kansas Flint Hills.
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