This prairie is polished by clouds,
damp wads of fabric torn from the hem of the mountains, but every scratch shows,
from the ruts of the wagons made in the 1850s,
to the line on the auctioneer's forehead
when he takes off his hat.
-- Ted Kooser
I dedicate this blog to my grandmother, who read to us of pioneers, to my mother and father, who went West and then came back home again, to my husband, who loves the land, to my children, who have changed my journey and my heart forever, and to my grandfather, who was the auctioneer. They have each sewn a scrap of prairie wisdom and a lot of love into my heart and for that I am eternally grateful.