Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Prairie Roses

    Mary, Laura’s sister, was serene and patient.  Laura said that Mary had always been good. She was content to sit calmly in her rocking chair by the fire listening to stories, and to take long walks in the fresh air of summer with Laura.  Laura loved to be moving. She was curious and wanted to do things.  She liked to help Pa with the chores, and loved to be outside playing and frolicking in the stream, the woods or the prairies.  Amanda says that I am a little like the both of them.  I sit patiently in the car for hours and hours and never complain.  I am content to feel the motion of the car, to listen to the stories, and to take my little puppy naps.  I love to explore, too!  And I love to play and frolic!  Mary and Laura feel safe with their family no matter where they are, and I do, too.  Sigh.

A contented, curious puppy   

 

Looking out the car window at prairie grasses

 

Lots of sloughs
Prairie grasses are very, very tall

     There are times when I get scared and when I don’t feel safe.  That is when I am not allowed to stay with my family.  That happened today.  When Amanda and Tia Judy took a tour of the Surveyor’s House, when the Ingalls lived their first winter here, and of Ma and Pa Ingalls house, I could not go.  
     In Little Town on the Prairie Laura described the month of June on the prairie.  I love when she talks about the roses!  This is what she wrote, “Wild roses were blooming in great sweeps of pink through the prairie grasses…The roses scented the wind, and along the road the fresh blossoms, with their new petals and golden centers, looked up like little faces (Wilder 47).  Can you guess why I love roses? 



Wild prairie roses


    I did get to run and play when we went to the cemetery.  Far from town where the prairie grasses grow and the breezes gently hum Ma, Pa, Carrie and Mary are buried. And next to them is a gentle sloping hill with rich green grasses that call to little puppies to come and play.  And, guess what!  I did!




Prairie grasses and gentle breezes


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