#big bluestem

[kulapti]

Hidden singer (Coyote and Big Bluestem); Dec 2022, ink. ID in alt.

In the North American prairies, we talk about the "big four" characteristic grass species, which historically were among the most common prairie plant species and are noted for their affects on the rest of the habitat. They define the habitat, in the same way oak forest is defined by oaks. Everything else that lives there is shaped by them. This art represents Andropogon gerardii, whose common English names include Big Bluestem and Turkeyfoot.

#artists on tumblr #ink #prairies #my art #coyote #wildlife illustration #big bluestem #fountain pen #kinda surprised by how much ppl liked the other coyote so here's another fellow. unhinged lad. v fun to draw #big four prairie grasses #id in alt text #does it make a difference if I specify that? I'd imagine someone using a screen reader would be able to tell? #tho I suppose it's helpful for anyone who sorts stuff by described vs undescribed #hi new followers u never know what ur gonna get on this art blog - welcome to my brain its as chaotic as my desk #canis latrans #andropogon gerardii

[porchprairie]

So the heat/humidity bubble we had this week was a nightmare

On the plus side, the grasses seem to be loving it. Several started started budding during the heat and the big bluestem is even flowering

Majestic af:

#big bluestem #andropogon gerardii #and no i could not get the whole plant in the shot

[movingtothefarm]

#native grasses #Big Bluestem #north american plants #grassland #pastures

[bluestempigeons]

Bibi

White Self OGOxRHxLucerne cock

7 months old (hatched 6/1/2022)

#winter update 2023 #bluestem owl #BR1-1 #he was initially going to be sold off but i decided to keep him for when i start my project up again... #he has such a big personality. it's very fun to watch him go about his day #(for those out of the loop the bluestem owl tag is a catchall for all birds produced in my new breed project. not a standardized breed yet)

[somethingcorenotsure]

My pet peeve is when people create prairie gardens to replace lawns and talk about how much better and more biodiverse and great for wildlife they are, but include no grasses at all and even demonize grass plants as a whole, when native grasses would be in that habitat naturally, and native grasses are a source of food for various insects (including caterpillars!!), mammals and birds >:(

#in this house we love and appreciate savannahs and grasslands!!! #grass isn't evil :( #just grow native species! some of them are very ornamental too! #like‚ where i live‚ we've got lots of big bluestem grass. it's a host plant for various species of butterfly! and it's really pretty #some of the plants here turn purple as the weather gets cold! really pretty #but there's hundreds of native grass species here so that's definitely not the only option #lawn discourse

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#self-recollective #bluestem #lanamia #tessaraphthong #rallyes #enhaemospore #cervicothoracic #Platanistidae #aselar #Wilhlem #diplomats #petiolate #nongeometric #hematonephrosis #hoist- #Ogma #pop #tide-water #Bowell #big-bosomed

[botanyshitposts]

takeaways from seed hunting over the weekend:

-SOOOOO many seeds right now. GREAT time of year for seeds

-asters are off the chain rn making 20000 individual little seeds with little unique parachutes on them. i knew the family was huge but for some reason I didn’t know that so many of them did that for dispersal???

-big bluestem seeds are so cute and hairy and pretty and weirdly expressive. i found some on the side of the road and it’s like damn you guys just live here on the side of highway 30 looking like this?????

-WHERE did all the dandelions go?? it feels like there’s exponentially fewer of them around here (Iowa) than last year, I could only find like, one patch of them in town to sample.

-I found a shrubby weird plant outside a used farming equipment depo with big black pods attached that open and spill like, 2 little seeds per giant pod onto the ground around it. from just an initial investigation it looks like it’s some kind of bean, but not a soybean or a bean I recognize. wild times

-milkweed seeds on their GIANT poofs. i let them go on their way but I loved seeing them again, it seems like they’re mostly done blooming for now

-waiting patiently for the asters who don’t attach their seeds to parachutes to finish up so I can collect some

-I got some giant ragweed seeds, which is good because I was looking for them! unfortunately the inside of the container I collected them in is coated with pollen, though, so I might have to take it outside to clean them and get the flower bits out lmao

#seedposting

[grem-archive]

alfred f jones is the type of mf to have a favorite plant but you ask him what it is and he names some type of grass (great plains w). chad prairie enjoyer.

"it's big bluestem!!" <- fucking nerd.

"i like breadroot." <- first of all, tuber. second of all, you're weird.

#send tweet #hetalia #aph america #hws america #alfred f jones #gremlin shitpost #based alfred prairie enjoyer posting #op is a prairie enjoyer #<- currently studying plains archaeology and physiography

[chase-prairie]

Getting better and better at making big bluestem cord from all the plants going ham in the backyard prairie. Time to start figuring out how to weave these into baskets!

[kulapti]

Oct 2023, pen & inks. Grass is not all the same.

Many people don't know that grasslands have fall colors. This is partly because over 75% of the prairie habitat on the North American continent has been destroyed by agriculture, systematic destruction, and more recently by urban sprawl. We have less than 1% of historic tallgrass prairie remaining. Please learn about these beautiful and rare spaces to help them, and if you get the chance, go see a prairie in national grassland or in a state or national park.

Aside from the sparkly ink, this illustration has a narrower color range than the Red Hills mixedgrass prairie it represents.

Species: Little bluestem (S. scoparium), big bluestem (A. gerardii), maidenhair (Sporobolus sp.), sideoats grama (B. curtipendula), blooming prairie blazing star (Liatris sp.), and the late season remnants of basketflower (Centaurea americana) and dwarf four-nerve daisy (Tetraneuris linearifolius).

#my art #inktober #ink #prairie #nature illustration #grassland #little bluestem #big bluestem #plant blindness #that one comic about the english language words for grassland being inherently agricultural lives rent free in my mind #do I fully agree? not necessarily. but I do think about it a lot #shimmer ink #fountain pen #freehand #by systematic destruction I mean genocide of its human residents and mass slaughter of its keystone mammal species #[insert Dr Kimmerer's essay about Do you think the land loves you back] #you've heard of 'go touch grass' now get ready for- go touch NATIVE grass #undescribed for now sorry sdkfjlg

[porchprairie]

So the heat/humidity bubble we had this week was a nightmare

On the plus side, the grasses seem to be loving it. Several started started budding during the heat and the big bluestem is even flowering

Majestic af:

#big bluestem #andropogon gerardii #and no i could not get the whole plant in the shot

[killerchickadee]

So that new years resolution poll that has "learn to identify a plant" as an option. If you don't want to (or can't afford to) purchase a field guide, this is a free, easy to use option!

You can use it for other naturey things too if you want

But you open the camera, aim, and it tells you what you're looking at

Using a houseplant cause I'm not going outside. But normally you even get the scientific name

And you go holy shit 10 years after I took dendrology I finally see a big bluestem!

Anyway it's sort of cheating but it's a great place to start if you're overwhelmed.

[ghostoffuturespast]

29 December 2023 - Friday Field Notes

Last field notes for the year, have a nice photo, an odd photo, and a few fun blog posts I read this week.

Not that I'm hating on trees, but you all should know who I'm backing in a fight. Prairie Grass all the way. Roots and rhizomes baby.

And on one of my personal fave lifestyle choices: parasitism.

#friday field notes #nature #shortgrass prairie #grass wins fist fight against tree #parasites #little ghost on the prairie #so long 2023 #thanks for all the fish

[solariscrescentart]

Prairie Shed. Featuring native Illinois species!

[Image ID: Stepping stones lead to a shed sitting in a prairie plot. The shed contains tools like a drip torch can, a pair of red gloves, a green rake, some blue shears, and a potted white oak sapling. On top of the shed is a red, northern cardinal. Around the shed is the grassy growth of violet-tipped, big bluestem grass; white, wild quinine; pinkish purple coneflower (with an American goldfinch sitting on top of one!), blue violets with yellow centers, and a large white oak to the right. /End ID]

Illinois is my home state, and I’ve been interested in learning about the native habitats in my area. Two centuries ago, Illinois—the “Prairie State” was once covered with 22 million acres of prairie. Today, around 2,000 acres of prairie remain, less than 0.01% of its original size. Northern Illinois is also the traditional land of the Council of the Three Fires, inclusive of the Odawa, Ojibwe and Potawatomi Nations, along with other Indigenous tribes.

The aforementioned shed, made of white oak wood, contains the tools for prairie restoration such as a drip torch for controlled burns (necessary for the health of prairies), a rake to clear away undergrowth, and a white oak sapling. The artwork showcases iconic symbols of Illinois including the blue violet (state flower), the northern cardinal (state bird), and the white oak (state tree). You might also see big bluestem, wild quinine, purple coneflowers, and an American goldfinch. These plants would be blooming from late spring to early summer.

I believe that a solarpunk future requires ecological stewardship, or the active participation in maintaining the environment by humans. The idea of the preserved wildlife is stooped in colonial ideas of the Wilderness, which is antithetical to how many Indigenous people engaged with the land around them.

#solarpunk #prairie #native plants #art #solarpunk art #pixel art

[daydream-cement]

The Cedars Have Eyes Ch. 18

Characters: Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Synopsis: Fern experiences the afterlife.

Authors Note: I say this every time, but THIS was my favorite chapter to write.

You awoke. Your surroundings were just as you hoped the afterlife to be. A prairie. A tall grass prairie. You felt like you were back home in Wisconsin.

The grass raised high around you. Big and little bluestem. The purple coneflower. The grass swayed gently in the breeze. You took a deep breath in and released it slowly. It was nice to have a few moments without any pain.

You sit up slowly, taking in the surroundings. You see oak trees and a herd of bison in the distance. This certainly wasn’t modern times. To your left, you see a small group of people standing around and talking. One of the women in the group was a tall blonde with her hair pinned back, you grew excited at the familiarity if the woman. When she turned around, you were disappointed to see that it wasn’t Larissa. She waved at you, however, beckoning you to them.

You stood and walked to the group. You let your hands dance across the tops of the grass, enjoying the sensation as they passed across your palm.

The woman met you part way. She wore the biggest smile on her face and was dressed in traditional colonial clothing. When she was close enough, she took your face in her hands, “It’s wonderful to meet you, Fern Rogers. We can’t thank you enough for all you have done.”

Her voice was incredibly familiar. She was the voice from the Council of 12 Cedars. Your expression caused her head to tilt, “I'm Lesil Davies. Shapeshifter.”

“One of the Council?”

“Self-appointed leader.” She shrugged. Her demeanor screamed that she was stern and in control. Maybe she was a distant relative of Larissa, “But I don’t want to talk about me. We need to talk about you.”

“Me?” You ask, curious to know why you were the woman of the hour, so to speak.

“Come. We will sit and I can explain.” Lesil led you back to the others, introducing them one by one along with their power. Alias wouldn’t look at you as she introduced him. You couldn’t tell is he was ashamed of himself or if he was ignoring you out of spite.

Together you sat on a log and for a moment you watched the 11 others interact with one another. Everyone seemed to be in a celebratory mood.

“You have freed us, Fern. Our souls have been held captive, but killing Crackstone once and for all freed us, even Alias there.” Lesil held your hands in hers as she spoke. She had a mothering air about her, “We can finally be at rest.”

“Why did Alias help Crackstone?” You had to ask. His answer when you were in the crypt wasn’t enough.

Lesil gazed over to the other outcast, her look turned sad, “They were in love when they were kids. They couldn’t be separated. Just adored one another, but Joseph really began to cling to religion after his father died, using it as a weapon against others rather than a tool for good.”

“Outcasts didn’t always scare him. He loved Alias’ abilities. Joseph’s love turned controlling and after a while he just used Alias to help only himself. It was hard to watch Alias continue to love him even after Joseph murdered him too.” Lesil turned back to you. It was obvious she was incredibly upset talking about this subject, but she persisted, “Alias saw how you and the sequoia fought for one another. It really put his relationship with Joseph into perspective.”

You looked down to your feet, pondering her statement. Larissa. You hoped she was okay, “I miss her.”

“I know. She misses you as well. Your sequoia is a smart one.” Lesil seemed proud to say it. Their kinship as shapeshifters gave Larissa a special place in Lesil’s heart.

“Who will watch the forest?” You ask. Now knowing they were all at rest, they had no reason to remain on the earthly plane.

“We were hoping you and your sequoia could do that for us.” Lesil’s eyes flashed with knowing. She knew what was to come. After all, the cedars have eyes.

There was a rumble in the earth almost like it wanted to break apart under your feet. Your face fills with concern and once again you look to Lesil for answers, “What was that?”

“Your time with us is running out.” Lesil only smiled. Gosh, you hated how cryptic she could be. Then she gave your arm a squeeze before she stood, “It was wonderful knowing you, Fern. You will do great things.”

She then left you alone. You weren’t alone for long, however, as Alias took her place. Immediately you frown. You had no trust for this man.

“I-I wanted to apologize and thank you.”

You could only stare at him, confused by his words and skeptical at his potential motives.

He pushed onward, “I was sure he still loved me, but I’m not sure he was capable of that anymore. When you were with your sequoia, I just… I knew what Joseph and I had wasn’t right. I needed you to kill me. I needed you to kill him. Everything needed to stop.”

Your face remained expressionless. You were terribly sad for Alias at his heartbreak, but you were proud that Larissa’s and your love seemed to hold such power, “I’m glad that I could help.”

The ground shifted again.

“It’s time, Fern. Watch over the forest and your sequoia.”

You didn’t know what it meant, but Alias was smiling at you. It seemed to be positive. Then he pushed you. He gave you a firm shove, causing you to trip over the back of the log.

You didn’t hit the ground, however. Instead you awoke with a start to the sound of cracking. It continued. Getting louder and more severe. You had experienced this before in your dream. The coffin was caving in around you.

———

Larissa and Rowan sat on the docks. They were covered in soil and they were exhausted. After a long night’s digging in the greenhouse and at your gravesite, they finally transferred the sequoia tree from one place to the other.

Rowan’s head was against Larissa’s shoulder, “Maybe it just takes time.”

“I cannot believe that it didn’t work. I was sure that the sequoia would have woken her up.” Larissa wasn’t crying. She wanted to, but it was almost like her tears had ran out.

Rowan didn’t know what to tell Larissa. Part of her wished the shapeshifter would give up so both of them could begin healing, but who was she to judge the other woman’s grieving. Rowan took Larissa’s hand between her own, only able to offer physical comfort at the time. She looked down at Larissa’s hand and saw the silver band with diamonds sitting on her ring finger, “What is this?”

Link to Chapter 19

#larissa weems #fanfic #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #stately sequoia #larissa weems x oc #the cedars have eyes

[spinningorigins]

So it's my birthday tomorrow.

I thought about sharing my thoughts regarding my aunt and uncles passing, and everything they took with them, but I don't think I will. Here's some memories from them instead.

When I was ten, my sister and I went to the Salina mall, which was dying even back then. The arcade was hopping though, and we found a side-scrolling, 4 player X-men game. It was fun, but we were no good at it. This group of teenage boys came up and I thought they were going to kick us off, but instead they took turns on the other two player slots and carried us through the game. I remember the thrill of it, that very human connection of strangers coming together to overcome a challenge. That this gang of teens looked at us and decided they were gonna help these little girls win the game. I never got their names, and I never saw them again, but I hope the stresses of living in a small midwestern town were not overwhelming to them.

The Flint Hills are some of the most beautiful country I've ever been through. The prevailing thought about Kansas is that it's flat as a board, but that isn't really the case. The hills are low, yes, but they roll like waves on the ocean. There is movement in the land. It's mostly pastureland with some prairie restoration areas. When we went out in the summer for the county fair, it was a million shades of green, dotted with wildflowers and cows. But when we went for Thanksgiving, the land was precious metals; copper, silver, gold, rusted iron. A world of autumn color without the need for trees. The sunset fills the entire sky.

The grass is different in Kansas, from what we have here. In my aunt and uncles lawn, and at their farm, with the lilac bushes where I saw my first swallowtail butterfly. It stays low, and its leaves grow sideways, at angles. They interlock and form a soft cushion that feels very nice to walk on. It's probably invasive; the whole area was big and little bluestem once. That was long before me.

I'll probably never see it again. They were the only reason we ever went out to that town. Now they're gone, and the farm will be sold, and the house I spent so much time in will be sold, and all of these things are behind me now. But tomorrow is my birthday.