Part of the “sad thing” is that land was sold to immigrants sight unseen (a lot of it was under poplar bush, sage brush, or native grasses)in the very early 1900s. Then deep plowed in fall, because that was the only way to farm back then. So a lot of the native flowers were destroyed as farms were carved out.
Some folks lucked out and got really good farmland; many got not really suitable for grain farming. (Especially right around here.) Too sandy, too little rainfall, too alkaline or whatever. Then came the disaster of the 1930s and a lot of the farmland had to be returned to pasture again. There are large chunks of “Community pasture” right around us. Now minus the wildflowers.
A sad thing.
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Part of the “sad thing” is that land was sold to immigrants sight unseen (a lot of it was under poplar bush, sage brush, or native grasses)in the very early 1900s. Then deep plowed in fall, because that was the only way to farm back then. So a lot of the native flowers were destroyed as farms were carved out.
Some folks lucked out and got really good farmland; many got not really suitable for grain farming. (Especially right around here.) Too sandy, too little rainfall, too alkaline or whatever. Then came the disaster of the 1930s and a lot of the farmland had to be returned to pasture again. There are large chunks of “Community pasture” right around us. Now minus the wildflowers.
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So true. I hope the seeds come drifting back somehow.
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If they do dare to return, the herbicides will likely take care of them.
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Ouch! We are a messy, dirty, poison people.
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