The Call of the Prairie
By Andrea T. Kramer, September 8, 2011
Presently, Director of Restoration Ecology, Chicago Botanic Garden
Formerly, Executive Director, Botanic Gardens Conservation International (U.S.)
“I know that I am not alone in finding so much of my life connected to plants. But I do feel incredibly lucky —
that I have been able to craft a career that gives me the tools to give back to plants even a portion of what they give me.”




Monarch Butterfly.
Photo Courtesy of The Chicago Botanic Garden

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For over ten years now on a daily basis I have come to one of the most beautiful places in the world, The Chicago Botanic Garden. I am the Executive Director of the U.S. office of Botanic Gardens Conservation International, hosted by the Chicago Botanic Garden. (if you like, I work for BGCI in the US at CBG). Could life get any better?

I get to spend my days thinking and talking about plants, and am surrounded by people who are as excited by what plants bring to our planet as I am. The path that brought me to this incredible place and fulfilling role is as winding as any life path.

I have only recently realized it, but plants have always been growing along and leading me down this path, as they are my source of inspiration, hope, and tranquility. Plants were an integral part of life in the small Midwestern farming town where I grew up.
As a child I loved car trips on the gravel roads outside of town, as they provided ample opportunity to gaze out the window and watch row after row of corn and soybeans whir by. Through high school, I spent my summers in those repeating rows of corn, working at a crop breeding station and helping to create the next generation of hybrid corn releases.

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In this place, machinery, fine-tuned plant breeding, fertilizers, chemicals, and the use of ancient water stored for millennia in an underground aquifer allowed people to tame the natural unpredictability of plants and weather in order to feed the world.


Photo Copyright: bobhilscher

With a premium placed on uniformity and straight lines, very little diversity or divergent paths were visible in this landscape. But they were there if you looked hard enough.

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One of my favorite sights was monarchs laying eggs on the milkweed growing in the ditches next to an endless sea of corn (emphasis on weed here; if this species weren’t so hardy and difficult to get rid of, it would join the hundreds of other prairie species who, having helped build the soils now yielding bountiful harvests, ultimately succumbed to the plow and now exist in tiny postage stamps of remnant prairie).
And I remember my first trip to one of those remnant prairies (the closest of which required a 50 mile drive), where literally hundreds of plant species were growing on top of each other in an overwhelming display of diversity, beauty, and a subtle natural pattern that was incredibly soothing.


Cut to Today

My husband and I are standing at a native plant sale in the frigid rain, trying to find just the right plants to make the space in our backyard look less like a weed patch and more like a prairie.

One plant in particular really stuck with me; Staghorn Sumac (Rhus typhina). I don’t know if it was because of its fuzzy stems, the incredible cluster of fuzzy red fruit, or the story of how the Native Americans only 100 years before we were there would use those fuzzy red berries to make tea.

Photo: Staghorn Sumac Flower (Rhus typhina)
Plants and people interacting in a landscape I could only barely make out.
I was fascinated.

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Backyard Caterpillar


After 3 years of work, our “prairie” is starting to take shape, but to many of our neighbors, it still resembles a patch of weeds, and they are more than happy to maintain their weed-free lawn on the other side of our fence.

But to others, what we have is a rare gem, and it is these visitors who I care the most about.

I am talking about the goldfinches that eat the seeds from our coneflowers, the bumblebees that happily collect nectar and pollen from our great blue lobelia or the hummingbirds that dive over the fence and happily hum between our scarlet cardinal flowers to drink their life-sustaining sugary nectar.

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Last year, I became the proud parent of many monarch butterflies. Yes, our milkweed (many species, including the brilliant orange butterfly milkweed or Asciepias tuberosa) had played successful hosts to numerous monarch eggs, caterpillars, chrysalis, and ultimately, a new generation of butterflies.

I can tell you all about how botanic gardens around the world are working to understand and care for the world’s 400,000 (estimated) plant species, and how we are working everyday to help reach the targets for the North American Botanic Gardens Strategy for Plant Conservation.
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Despite this arguable success, we still have a long way to go. Yes, I work at a botanic garden, and one that is a national leader in caring for and conserving the plants that called this place home centuries before we did.

Sumac Seed Head Macro Photo
Photo © Gerry Wykes


But I can’t tell my husband where this potted plant with fuzzy stems and an incredible cluster of fuzzy red fruit, which we are now standing in front of in the freezing rain, would thrive in our prairie garden.

I don’t know if we have the right space for this lovely little staghorn sumac plant, and I have trouble explaining why it would mean so much to have it growing just outside my window. So we left the plant for another buyer that day.

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And as I continue to learn the landscape of my backyard this summer, you can bet that I will be searching for just the right place to plant next year’s sumac so both it and I can thrive.