The Bee and the Clover

02/28/2024

We've added loft beds to "The Bee" and "The Clover." There's a great view of the prairie and the countryside from up top.

02/05/2023

02/05/2023

Breakfast Basket #2

Sausage, egg, and cheese tacos
Pico de gallo
Avocado
Texas-sized cinnamon roll
Mixed berries
Orange juice
Coffee
Milk

01/31/2023

Breakfast at The Bee and the Clover!

01/03/2023

We've added a couple of new items to The Bee and the Clover. One is a Bird Buddy bird feeder, a Christmas gift from our daughter. It has a camera that records images of the visitors to the feeder. This visitor is a pyrrhuloxia (Cardinalis sinuatus).
The other is the creation of a little parking area near the barn.
Welcome birds and people!

08/31/2022

It has been a devastating summer of heat and drought, but the rains have come, and we are finally seeing temperatures below 100. This Wendell Berry poem speaks about belonging to a place and finding hope there.
A Poem on Hope
It is hard to have hope. It is harder as you grow old,
for hope must not depend on feeling good
and there’s the dream of loneliness at absolute midnight.
You also have withdrawn belief in the present reality
of the future, which surely will surprise us,
and hope is harder when it cannot come by prediction
anymore than by wishing. But stop dithering.
The young ask the old to hope. What will you tell them?
Tell them at least what you say to yourself.
Because we have not made our lives to fit
our places, the forests are ruined, the fields, eroded,
the streams polluted, the mountains, overturned. Hope
then to belong to your place by your own knowledge
of what it is that no other place is, and by
your caring for it, as you care for no other place, this
knowledge cannot be taken from you by power or by wealth.
It will stop your ears to the powerful when they ask
for your faith, and to the wealthy when they ask for your land
and your work. Be still and listen to the voices that belong
to the stream banks and the trees and the open fields.
Find your hope, then, on the ground under your feet.
Your hope of Heaven, let it rest on the ground underfoot.
The world is no better than its places. Its places at last
are no better than their people while their people
continue in them. When the people make
dark the light within them, the world darkens.
–Wendell Berry

06/30/2022

The prairie is trying to help me out with my color coordination, but somebody (maybe me) missed the memo. I found these sunflowers blooming beside the purple "clover" room, and a bevy of morning glories beside the yellow "bee" room. Perhaps the prairie just has a sense of humor.

06/30/2022

We finally got some much needed rain on the Creech Prairie...almost 3 inches in 2 days.

06/22/2022

Meet the newest Native Prairie Association of Texas Prairie People!

Each Wednesday in June we are sharing a story about some of our many marvelous members, in celebration of “Our Prairie People.” This is our fourth entry, featuring Robert and Melinda Cr…

03/14/2022

The Creech Prairie Restoration is officially a 501(C)3! Our mission is to restore people, plants, and wildlife.