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The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow: a special place!

May 2, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

The Writer's Colony at Dairy Hollow, Eureka Springs

Have you missed me? I just returned from my fifth residency at The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow, and I feel compelled to give my testimony. Dairy Hollow is the place I write best. Edits are accomplished. Ideas appear. Words flow straight out of my brain and onto my Mac while my fingers move as though I’m playing a song on the piano. (Chopsticks, to be specific, and we writers are all about specific.)  After five visits, I realize there are (at least) five reasons for this productivity. And the reasons work together, a sum-of-the-parts sort of thing, if you know what I mean.

Know what I mean?

1. Setting. Dairy Hollow’s sole purpose is for creating. As a writer or artist or chef or architect or musician or photographer or WhoAmILeavingOut?, you will have nothing to do other than write. No kids, no spouse, no dogs, no chores, no job, no television. Each room includes a bedroom, private bath, and writing space. Some have mini-kitchens. All have wi-fi, coffee pots and wooded views. What more, pray tell, could one possibly need?

Dairy Hollow, Eureka Springs, Ar

The “505” Frank Lloyd Wright-inspired house; stunning views; a place to write; Dorothy Johnson and Pat Laster critiquing.

 

Located in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, Dairy Hollow is nestled in the Ozark Mountains at the end of Spring Street. And yes, there’s a hollow just below the bend in the road. (Or a ‘holler’, if you’re an Arkansawyer.) Eureka Springs is unique and quirky, a town of twisty roads, steep stairs, and an estimated fifty-six miles of stone walls, most constructed by stonemasons between 1885 and 1910. Take a writing break and go for a hike. Explore. There’s so much to see. Every crack and crevice sprouts a seed. No matter the season, something will be blooming. You may get lost in the woods, but when you find yourself, you will be inspired.

Eureka Springs, Ar

Stone wall; birdhouse; Fall woods; Spring blooms.

 

2. Synergy. There’s a quiet energy at Dairy Hollow, a palpable, impossible-to-duplicate-at-home energy. Simply being around other writers helps me write. It’s that simple.

3. Schedule. There is no schedule (other than 6 pm supper). That’s the beauty of Dairy Hollow.

4. Food. At the end of a full writer-y day, residents gather in the communal dining room to enjoy a fantastic dinner prepared by Chef Jana (pronounced Yanna). Meals are creative, delicious, and plentiful. (They lean on the vegetarian/healthy side, although on my last night, she served us OMG fried chicken.) For breakfast and lunch, writers in residence have 24-hour access to the well-stocked kitchen (plus all those yummy leftovers). A writer could easily hole up and survive quite well at Dairy Hollow without ever stepping foot in a grocery store or restaurant. Amen to that.

Dairy Hollow fried chicken

5. Connections. During my past five stays, I have met interesting, accomplished people from across the U.S. and Canada. People from all walks of life. Many have become personal friends. All have touched me in some way.

Friends and Wine-Thirty

Enjoying wine-thirty.

 

Dairy Hollow should come with a warning. At some point when you must pack your bags and head home, severe withdrawals will set in. The greatest shock comes at that first stomach grumble and you realize if you want to eat again, you must cook supper or order pizza or fetch takeout for yourself. That’s a major bummer especially when you know back in the woods of Dairy Hollow, Chef Jana is whipping up another fabulous meal for a new lucky group of residents.

To apply for residency or for more information, visit Dairy Hollow at www.writerscolony.org.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

[tweetthis]Simply being around other writers helps me #write. #TheWritersColony #DairyHollow @Eureka_Springs @ARTourism [/tweetthis]

It is spring in the Ozark Mountains. The yellow flowers are blooming and the birds wake me at dawn and last night five planets lined up by the moon in the western sky. If that doesn’t inspire me to poetry what will? 
― Ellen Gilchrist

Musical Pairing:

The Dixie Bee Liners, Down on the Crooked Road

 

 

Birds and Blake Shelton and Home

April 21, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

I’m a little obsessed with birds and Blake Shelton. On Sunday, I spent the day at home, trying to write, but mostly I watched the birds eating from the feeders outside our kitchen window. How many photos of birds can one take? Tons. Unfortunately, none of them are very good. I don’t have a fancy camera (only my iPhone), and if I get too close, they fly away. Even so, you can see the bright red cardinal. He’s a regular, and he’s gorgeous. I call him Blake. There’s a female too (not pictured). I call her…

wait for it……………Miranda.

cardinal in the backyard

I also spent lots of time watching a robin build a nest in the bend of the gutter downspout. (I call her Robin.) I wanted to say oh honey, that spot doesn’t look very safe. But what could I do? We don’t know each other very well yet. She flew back and forth from the boulder in our yard picking out bits of moss growing on it and carrying it to her nest. As she dropped each bit inside her new home, she wiggled her little tail feathers around to get everything just right, then returned for more. I’d never known a bird to use moss in nest-building. She knows what she wants, and that’s a soft cushion for her egg-laying business.

robin in nest

Later, while attempting to clean the front porch of pollen (pointless), I noticed a second bird nest made of twigs. Although I didn’t see the owner of this particular home, I believed it to be new construction.

Location, location, location! Prime spot in my opinion.

nest above our front porch column

Just before sunset, a storm blew in. Swift and strong. The sky turned eerily sepia-colored, the way I imagine the Martian sky to look. The wind blew like that of West Texas. It was a short-lived event, and I managed to watch the CMAs Blake Shelton (the real Blake Shelton) without interruption. I’m not much of an awards show sort of girl, but I couldn’t miss the CMAs with Blake Shelton hosting. I heart him from afar. Okay, not that far…he and Miranda (I-hate-to-admit-it-but-I-have-a-girl-crush) live in Oklahoma, you know.

The next morning, the sky reappeared blue and bright, clear and clean. The noisy, hungry birds returned to the feeders, but the robin didn’t fare so well. Her nest lay on the ground, mushed and flattened by the wind and rain.

Seeing that nest on the ground started my day on a sad note. One little bird. All that hard work. I was glad I spent part of my Sunday with her.

Now, I’m not trying to get all preachy here, but the two nests reminded me of the Wise Man / Foolish Man Bible Story. You know, the wise man built his house upon the rock and the foolish man built his on the sand… (The porch nest survived the storm.) I was also reminded of Winnie the Pooh. And the rain, rain, rain, came down, down, down… I don’t think the hardworking robin was foolish. I think she was doing the best she could. Since the storm, I haven’t seen her again. I hope she’s busy rebuilding her home in a better spot. Live and learn. That’s what we do.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

[tweetthis]Blake Shelton, Birds and Home. My 3 current obsessions. @BlakeShelton #notastalkerthough [/tweetthis]

Musical Pairing:

Blake Shelton & Miranda Lambert – Home

 

 

Breaking new ground in Wilson, Arkansas

April 18, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

Breaking new ground in Wilson Ar

Back in December, I wrote about some of the exciting things going on in Wilson, Arkansas including plans for relocating the Hampson Archeological Museum. My post appeared on First Security Bank’s blog, Only in Arkansas. If you live in Arkansas (or you wish you lived in Arkansas or simply appreciate The Natural State), you should be reading www.onlyinarkansas.com. Take it from someone who worked in banking for years, a bank blog devoted to food and hometown happenings and sports and festivals specific to the state is a special and rare thing. Now on to news of the groundbreaking.

This is a follow-up to let you know the Hampson Archeological Museum groundbreaking happened last weekend. This is a big deal. According to Wilson Mayor Becton Bell, this groundbreaking marks the first new construction on the Wilson town square in 57 years.

First new construction in my lifetime.

If you aren’t from Northeast Arkansas, you may say you aren’t interested in the goings on of a small southern town in the Mississippi River Delta. Big deal, right? There are new buildings sprouting like weeds in Dallas as 10,000 people move into the Metroplex each month. Northwest Arkansas is growing like crazy, too. Whataburger is coming to Fayetteville. #CanIGetAnAmen?

But everyone should take note. While many small towns are fading, Wilson is doing it right.

And what a beautiful day for a groundbreaking.

Wilson Type, Wilson Ar

An impressive crowd turned out to hear town leaders and visionaries speak.

a huge crowd turned out for the groundbreaking

The new state of the art facility will match the existing Tudor style architecture of other buildings along the square. It will be much larger than the current museum and include outdoor, interactive exhibits. The current building is cramped and houses only 10% – 20% of the artifacts from the nearby 15-acre Nodena site of Late Mississippian Period Native Americans (A.D. 1400 – 1650). Think of all that history in storage just waiting for us! 

Hampson Archeological Museum drawing

That’s rich Delta soil there, folks.

good delta soil

Times, they are a’changing.

Wilson, Ar. Times are changing

I think Mr. Wilson and Mr. Hampson are both very pleased.

Wilson, Ar

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

[tweetthis]Times they are a changin’. Wilson Arkansas is doing it right. @FSBank @Artourism #Delta #HampsonMuseum[/tweetthis]

Come gather ’round people wherever you roam and admit that the waters around you have grown…If your time to you is worth savin’, then you better start swimming’ or you’ll sink like a stone. For the times they are a-changin’. – Bob Dylan

Musicial Pairing:

Bob Dylan, The Times They are a Changin’

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Hi! I'm Talya Tate Boerner. Writer, Reader, Arkansas Master Naturalist / Master Gardener, Author of

THE ACCIDENTAL SALVATION OF GRACIE LEE (2016)

GENE, EVERYWHERE: a life-changing visit from my father-in-law (2020)

BERNICE RUNS AWAY (2022)

THE THIRD ACT OF THEO GRUENE (coming 2025)

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