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 |
I love reading about Rosie's adventures!
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