My father's property includes this little patch of ground, affectionately called the "prairie land" by the family. Probably one-third of it is virgin prairie, which by definition means that the ground has never been broken, never been tilled for crops. The longer I live (I'm 36 now), the more strongly I believe that this is a treasure for me and for my family.
I think the trees on that property are birch, and others I do not know. There are native grasses, and there are a few animals that frequent the place.
