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Flowers at Dry Island Buffalo Jump

It’s fun to take pictures, come home, and page through “Wildflowers Across the Prairies” or some such, to find a name for my most recent “discovery”  And there it is- correctly cataloged, described with precise scientific wording. “LEAVES are opposite, ovate, with a rounded base and pointed apex. They are. . . ”

“So what’s the point?, you say.  “You have discovered nothing new. It’s in print already, and scattered over the internet to boot!”   Ah, but these photos represent particular flowers, on a particular day, in a particular location which I, myself, saw.  If I share them with you you might be motivated to search out your own experiences.

I was thinking of it this morning in terms of spiritual experience.  God is not new, and with him there is no shadow of change.  He is the Alpha and Omega, the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.  For thousands of years people have recorded his works and their experiences of his presence and intervention.  And yet his work of grace to me is not diminished because another has known him.   In fact, a particular joy of growing in the knowledge of God is to compare notes with others.

Anyway- back to topic.  Here are some of the flowers we enjoyed finding at the Buffalo Jump.

Prairie Sunflower

Sunflower on the flats

Wild Blue Flax

Pasture Sage

Prairie Coneflower Group

Prairie Coneflower

Tufted Fleabane

Western Wild Bergamot - scented like Earl Grey Tea

Purple Prairie-Clover

Purple Prairie-Clover


Lichens on Rock

Silver Buffaloberry - This particular stand of bushes is special because my father introduced me to it his last summer.

Buffalo Berries- not quite ripe

Hairy Golden Aster - just coming into bloom

Scarlet Mallow


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Dry Island Buffalo Jump

Saturday Morning as I concentrated on Hebrew, the Magpie said to me, “Don’t you think you should take a day off?”  So we packed a backpack with lunch, camera and bug spray and headed out to the Dry Island Buffalo Jump Provincial Park near Three Hills.

This is a day park made delightful by its don’ts as well as it’s dos.  No overnight camping, alcohol, bikes, horses, quads, snowmobiles, or all terrain vehicles. No rock picking, flower picking, or picking of Indian arrowheads or dinosaur bones.

Picnicking, hiking, photography, and canoe launching welcome.  Vistas and wildflowers abound. Homo sapiens are few- even on a glorious sunny long weekend in August. We had no canoe, but hiked and lunched with joy.  The magpie photographed the vistas, and I added wildflowers to my growing photo collection.

If you love the prairies, want to leave the city behind, and even feel like you’ve stepped back into history, this is a great place.

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