In The Name of Progress
that we don’t know what we’ve got til it’s gone...”
...plow prairie land to put in a little more crop.
Yesterday I witnessed two things that made my heart sink just a little.
The last piece of native prairie on a neighboring quarter of land has been plowed under,
and several more miles away, but still too close to home, is a new potash mine shaft.
I can comprehend that these things are done in the name of progress and I’ve benefited from a lot of progress in recent years, but I’m not sure I’ll ever understand these things.
I can’t ignore the heart sinking feeling every time I see that piece of native prairie ripped up. Never to return to that state. Many native prairie grasses now lost and so many ecological alterations that will take place because of that one decision.
And I just can’t get excited about another potash mine.
Perhaps there will come a day when we’ll be in a position to directly benefit from such practices and perhaps then I’ll sing a different tune, although I doubt it. But regardless, today is not that day, so I lament the loss of native prairie land and the gain of a potash mine.