Southwestern Minnesota prairie
After 18 months of blogging for Minnesota Moments magazine, my personal blog debuts.
You won’t see any changes here in writing style and topics.
I will continue to write from my heart—about everyday life, about places I visit, things I do, observations I make about the world around me.
My writing reflects my down-to-earth personality and my appreciation for the simple things in life.
I’m the woman who hangs clothes on a clothesline, relishes a good book, shops garage sales, savors the tart tang of rhubarb crisp, breathes in the intoxicating scent of freshly-cut alfalfa and appreciates Minnesota, the place I call home.
So, in choosing my blog name, I turned to my roots, which reach deep into the southwestern Minnesota prairie. I haven’t lived there for decades, but this place of big skies, wide open spaces and unceasing wind shaped the person I became and the writer who evolved.
Today I write from southeastern Minnesota, my work still influenced by my native prairie. There, in stark surroundings, I learned to not just hear, but listen to, the land, for it truly does speak.
It made me a better writer.
So, welcome to my blog, Minnesota Prairie Roots.
Return often.
Share your thoughts.
But mostly, learn to appreciate your world. All of it.
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
Hi Audrey:
I like it! I like the same things. Just a simple guy I guess. I do constant battle with the invaders also. Nothing like the smell of the first crop of alfalfa. We lived on the edge of town and I can remember that smell and it seemed like the Purple Martins were singing especially loud at the same time. Maybe they enjoyed it also. Out here the asiatic lilies have reached their peak and are going downhill. Now some of the oriental and trumpets and OT’s are starting to bloom and smelling up the whole yard. I have taken lilies to the farmer’s market 6X and last Wed. I took the first gladiolus. The battle against the weeds is constant but a bit less this year because of the dryness. Stop out as you are driving around and enjoy the flowers. I’ll even send some along. If we are not here just look around and be sure to see the bed by the lake.
I’ve seen your lilies and glads in past years, Virgil, and they’re lovely. You’ve always been so gracious and generous about sharing the bounties of your gardens. Exactly as beauty is meant to be. Shared.
Thanks for reading my blogs and check back often because I post often.!
Congrats on the new location for your blog. It’s easier for me to find now.
Annie, Glad you like the new blog location. Caleb deserves major credit for getting this launched. Keep checking back because I post often.
Hello Audrey, Enjoyed looking and reading through your blogging. Made me think of a lot of things, about home and family. Nick drove through the Christmas storm from Milwaukee to make it home on Christmas day. It took him 18 hours when normally it takes 8. Alyssa and her boy friend came up from Mankato that day as well. We had a wonderful christmas at our home as well because all of the family was home. The best of all was that we celebrated our first christmas as grandparents.
Keep up the great articles
Dave
Dave: I heard about Nick’s snowy drive from Wisconsin to Minnesota that included an overnight at a rest stop. I’m just thankful that he made it safely and that your entire family could be together for Christmas. That’s the best! I can only imagine how much fun you had with precious Owen, your new grandson. Thanks for reading my blog. I promise to bring you more entertaining stories.