August on the Prairie

“Perhaps by learning more about the native plants that surround us and about their use and history, we can begin to develop our own conservation ethic, which will bring us into harmony with our environment.” — Dr. Kelly Kindscher

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August exhales. Hot. Steamy. The prairie crackles.

All day Sunday, we waited for rain. As I worked in my backyard prairie patch that evening, dark clouds rumbled to the north and the east. Occasionally, thunder growled.

On the radar, you could see the clouds kiss the edges of my suburban town. Not a drop of rain fell.

My head tells me that prairies are built for this. The long roots of some prairie plants reach down to 15 feet or more into the recesses of the soil. It’s an insurance policy they pay into, year after year, that keeps them alive through severe shifts of weather. Yet, as I watch my queen of the prairie plants crisp and fade away…

…and the obedient plant flowers wilt and fade to the color of pale burnt sienna.

…I can’t resist turning the sprinkler on and watering the prairie for a good hour. We put a lot of money and love into those prairie plants, and it breaks my heart to see them crumple like brown paper bags.

I console myself with these words from Minnesota author Paul Gruchow about the deep prairie roots: “The work that matters doesn’t always show.” Next year, I’ll know if the plants’ hard work tunneling roots into the soil was enough to keep them alive. I’ll be watching. And waiting.

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At Nachusa Grasslands this week, dust billowed around our Subaru as we bounced along an overgrown two-track road to my dragonfly routes. On the prairie, the small pools had long vanished. Cavernous fissures gaped in bare areas. Because of the lack of spring fire, combined with the need for rain, perhaps, some waterways were down to a trickle, choked with growth.

A few dragonflies went about their business; 12-spotted skimmers, blue dashers, common whitetails. Green darners patrolled the ponds.

In Chicago region this week, common green darners gather, preparing for migration. Friends text me with news of their backyard darner swarms. Social media boards light up with numbers. I get texts from my friends who love and observe dragonflies. Thirty in the backyard. Fifty this evening, a few miles east. Soon, the green darners and other migrating species in Illinois—black saddlebags, variegated meadowhawks, wandering gliders—will mass in the hundreds and begin the long journey south.

It’s a poignant time of year, especially, perhaps, this particular year. The dragonflies have been a passionate distraction from so much that is distressing in the world. Don’t go! Stay longer. Please. Of course, they will go… drawn by an evolutionary survival mechanism that tells them to ensure their progeny continue on. The prairie will seem empty without them.

Thinking of this, I look around the prairie. It’s quiet. The bison at Nachusa Grasslands, so rambunctious only a week ago, are hiding, likely somewhere shady and cool. I miss their snorts and sparring today.

And yet, there are signs of life everywhere. The common eastern-tailed blue butterfly teases me, fanning its wings open for few seconds—oh wow, that blue!—then snapping them shut.

Nearby, a chickweed geometer moth shows off his colors. I learn later that the antennae are “bipectinate” —feathery, or “toothed like a comb.” These bipectinate antennae are a male feature that has to do with detecting pheremones; the female’s antennae are more “threadlike.”

A common moth—with such a complex design. Truly we are surrounded by wonders.

I watch the eastern tiger swallowtails nectar on thistle for a while. They’ve been all over my backyard and the prairies I frequent this week, but they never fail to give me pause. And delight. About the time I take them for granted, they’ll be gone for the year.

Even the ubiquitous pearl crescent butterfly stops me for a second look.

In contrast, ghostly cabbage butterflies puddle in the salts and minerals along the stream. In the afternoon sun, they look almost pale green.

All around me—despite the need for rain—the prairie pushes out color. Black-eyed susans.

Great blue lobelia.

As I hike toward the car, I pinch off a leaf of mountain mint; hot and cool and refreshing—all at the same time. I chew it for a bit, then spit it out. My mouth tingles.

August is drawing to a close.

Why wait? Now is the time to go and see.

The prairie is waiting.

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Dr. Kelly Kindscher, whose quote opens this post, is a senior scientist with the Kansas biological survey and a professor of environmental studies at the University of Kansas. Kindscher authored two of my favorite books on prairie ethnobotany: Edible Wild Plants of the Prairie and Medicinal Wild Plants of the Prairie (both from University Press of Kansas). In 1984, Kindscher supplemented his diet with prairie plants as he walked almost 700 miles from Kansas City to Denver.

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All photos copyright Cindy Crosby and taken at Nachusa Grasslands, unless otherwise noted (top to bottom): August at Nachusa Grasslands; cumulonimbus cloud over author’s backyard prairie patch, Glen Ellyn, IL; queen of the prairie (Filipendula rubra) and ironweed (Vernonia fasciculata), author’s backyard prairie patch, Glen Ellyn, IL; obedient plant (Physostegia virginiana), author’s backyard prairie patch, Glen Ellyn, IL; cardinal flower (Lobelia cardinalis), author’s backyard prairie patch, Glen Ellyn, IL; overgrowth in the sand boil stream, sedge meadow fen; common green darner dragonfly male (Ajax junius); black saddlebags dragonfly (Tramea lacerata) (2018); Nachusa Grasslands in August; wildflowers and sky at Nachusa Grasslands; eastern-tailed blue butterfly (Cupido comyntas); chickweed geometer moth (Haematopis grataria); eastern tiger swallowtail (Papilio glaucus) with unknown thistles (possibly Cirsium discolor); pearl crescent butterfly (Phyciodes tharos); cabbage white butterflies (Pieris rapae) puddling; black-eyed susans (probably Rudbeckia subomentosa); great blue lobelia (Lobelia siphilitica); common mountain mint (Pycnanthemum virginianum); sedge meadow fen; Franklin Creek Prairie, Franklin Grove, IL.

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8 responses to “August on the Prairie

  1. As always, thoroughly enjoy reading your blog and its mix of hope, inspiration, reality.
    I am currently reading “Chasing Dragonflies” and enjoying it immensely, lovely illustrations and the font and size of the book makes it easy to read and carry around.

    I also volunteer as a dragonfly monitor in one of our local preserves. I must admit ticks are a concern where I have to bushwhack and, in spite of precautions (mainly tuck in shirt in pants, tuck in pant legs in socks and avoiding using any chemicals that could be harmful to good beneficials), I often find I have a stowaway come home with me. Perhaps I am worrying unnecessarily but the thought of lyme disease and potential long term effects isn’t appealing and, each year, I wonder if I should leave the worry behind and enjoy my odonates as a non-monitor without the need to bushwhack through tick territory. I’m sure that day will come but, in the meantime, your blog, and now book, has been a continual source of inspiration.

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    • Hello, Lai —
      So lovely to receive your note here. I’m so delighted and thankful that you are reading “Chasing Dragonflies” —many thanks —and also, for your work serving as a monitor. Citizen science is a very important part of advancing our information about insects, at a time when they are in peril. No matter what you decide about the future—and ticks are no fun! —please know you have made a difference through your monitoring work! I’m grateful for people like you, Lai, who care about the natural world.
      Thanks for reading, and for following the blog, and most of all—thank you for paying attention to the dragonflies. Your note reminds me of all the good people out there, doing their best to make a difference! I’m grateful and encouraged.
      Cindy 🙂

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  2. 😊 Thank you for all you bring to us from your hikes on the prairie. We learn from your blog posts so when we are there we can notice more. That common eastern-tailed butterfly? Hardly “common”. Truly a beautiful shade of periwinkle.

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    • What a nice note — thank you, Paula. I agree — maybe it is ubiquitous, but no less beautiful for being so numerous. I never fail to feel delighted when I see one!
      Thank you for reading, and taking time to drop me a note, Paula!
      Cindy 🙂

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  3. Yes, it’s hot hot hot, and I limited my dragonfly hunting to 30 minutes today because…well, it’s hot! I went out specifically to try and find my first great spreadwing of the year (success!) and was thrilled to also find a perched wandering glider, only the second time I’ve ever seen one of those golden bullets not moving.

    (Oh, I think you meant to type variegated meadowhawk up there instead of darner….?)

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    • Crazy hot, isn’t it Kim? Our Tuesdays in the Tallgrass prairie volunteers worked (masked and social distancing!) this morning and by 9 a.m., it was already a scorcher. Congrats on the Great Spreadwing! I’ve only seen it once — in my backyard pond! Those perched wandering gliders — what a joy to see one! I’ve only seen it once, when it wasn’t patrolling. Good for you!
      And yes! Variegated meadowhawk! Must be my tired brain… thank you for catching that. I’ll correct it ASAP.
      Grateful for all you do for the dragonflies and the natural world, Kim! Hope your week ahead is wonderful.
      Cindy 🙂

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  4. Lovely post. It really is uplifting in these times. I know what you mean about not wanting summer’s wonders to end, though the cooler breezes of fall are refreshing.
    PS – I’d say your thistle and black-eyed Susan are Cirsium discolor and Rudbeckia subtomentosa, respectively.

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    • Thank you so much — I really appreciate a good eye on plant ID! So delighted you continued reading, and that you sent me this note with some help! I find the Rudbeckias a tough slog! Grateful, James.

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