I grew up in the far northern reaches of the DFW Metroplex, an area of vast unplowed prairie. We rode our bikes through the forest, fished natural ponds and played baseball in fields marked out in the native grass. As I grew up, Dallas and Fort Worth grew out. All too quickly these natural places were absorbed into the concrete and glass of progress. There is little left of it now, but that world still exists in a few places. You might mistake them for simple fields, but they are the unplowed earth, grasses of the old Indians and flowers that only remain in these overlooked hills. I have long been a supporter of Friends of Tandy Hills because it’s comprised of the people that believe in the value of the prairie that remains. I am lucky because I saw it all once before it was gone. But the eyes of our children can only see it in these few remaining places like Tandy Hills.
(also, Vice Chairman of the Texas Land Trust Council)