Prairie Style; is that what they call antiquing now?  All those years we of like mind who adore the feel of old wood and the secrets hidden in ancient desks have known all along that old is better.  I once found a small Ansel Adams print and many years later connected the print to one hanging in a work place to be followed by a friend telling me that he had been in that location.  Coincidence or serendipitous; this person has become a dear, supportive friend and the print hangs in my kitchen to remind me of the time and place when I was in college.  And now, I have a new friend who lives close to the place where the photo was taken; through this purchase threads have been woven into the fabric of my history. 

So, prairie really means a body of land, your land, your place, and the spot that nourishes you, provides connection to the past and provides memories for the future.  I like that!  My prairie consists of the wheat fields of Oklahoma, the mountains of Big Bend and the sprawling places in between.  I find myself in these places and return when I need hope.  I am currently looking for hope, nourishment, happiness; my prairie.  Maybe if I go to the kitchen and cook something, I will find nourishment and remember my prairie while making a memory.