The fields are bursting bright
with wildflower’d colors:
Purple,
red,
orange,
yellow,
blue,
white.
I didn’t know.
I missed the wildflower show.
It’s tragic what you don’t see,
hear,
smell,
taste,
feel,
when you lock
yourself inside.
I’m not surprised,
nor mad.
Just a little sad,
yet glad
I soon enough realized
the wildflower bliss
I might have
completely missed.
I’ll do better.
Dave Kuhns is originally a quasi-city boy from suburban Milwaukee, but he spent weekends and summers in nature on Lake Winneconne in central Wisconsin. After raising his kids in a Seattle suburb, he moved to a small town in central Utah. He figured he’d buy some rural property there, or back in the Badger State.
Then he fell in love. Through a series of amazing events, he bought a rural property (a few acres) across the creek from the Chickamauga National Military Park (Civil War battlefield). There, he and his new wife are putting into reality the conservation, gardening and land management practices he learned from his grandmother, his forest ranger Dad, his little brother, and his own surburban experience.