[T]he prairie plants yearly repeat their story, in technicolor, from the first pale blooms of pasque in April to the wine-red plumes of bluestem in the fall. All but the blind may read, and gather from the reading new lessons in the meaning of America.
Aldo Leopold author, wildlife biologist and conservationist
By Katy Read • katy.read@startribune.com
They're not towering, like mountains, or unfathomably deep, like oceans. They're flat or gently rolling treeless grasslands — the kind of landscape that coastal types like to dismiss as "flyoverland."
But prairies have their own subtle grandeur.
"To really appreciate a prairie, it's best to go walk in it and sit down, so that you're at eye level with the wildflowers," said Margaret Kuchenreuther, an associate professor of biology and coordinator of the environmental studies program at the University of Minnesota, Morris. "I love how the grass looks like waves in an ocean on a day when it's windy. It's quiet, but with the music of the wind, the meadowlark, the clay-colored sparrow, maybe a few katydids, it's magical."
Three factors shaped the prairies, Kuchenreuther said: drought, fire and grazing bison. Long droughts invited tough, narrow-leaved plants whose roots extend far underground. Wildfires and bison kept trees away.
To a prairie, trees are invasive species.