ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Every spring is the only spring – a perpetual astonishment. – Ellis Peters
pink flock
pink hyacinth
old pink gate
butterfly and pink phlox
Jesus beyond the pink
Grace Grits and Gardening
Musical Pairing:
The Psychedelic Furs, Pretty in Pink
Childhood drives through the Ozarks happened only in summer when our perfect lake was surrounded by fifty shades of green with black-eyed Susans dotting the roadside. Lately it seems, I spend more time in the Ozarks during fall and winter. Fall is the most brilliant time of the year. The mountains are alive, and the very landscape provides inspiration. I appreciate winter too. The grace and gray of a cold Ozark morning provides a calm, serene backdrop for writing.
But yesterday as I drove to Eureka Springs, I realized I’ve never visited the Ozarks during early spring. And I have a good reason…spring is the best time not to leave Dallas. Dallasites know to soak up spring in Texas before summer settles in, hangs on, wrings every drop of energy from every living thing. Even so, I left a breezy 75 degree spring Dallas morning and headed to the Writer’s Colony at Dairy Hollow.
Sometimes writers need to get away to write.
My writer friend Tom from New Hampshire joined me which made the drive more entertaining. We talked about writing because we are addicted. We stopped in Oklahoma and took pictures of random things. Because that’s what addicted bloggers do.
Spring has even found Oklahoma.
We made a quick stop in Fayetteville mainly so I could lay eyes on my handsome son. Driving into our Fayetteville driveway, I received a delightful welcome back surprise from Mother Nature…tulips! In the two years John and I have owned this house, we’ve never seen evidence of tulips.
The Fayetteville I’d begun only to think of as fiery orange and red was painted the colors of Easter. Pink redbuds decorated the mountainside. Clumps of daffodils blossomed thick along sidewalks and along highways. Sprays of forsythia bloomed underneath giant oaks. It was hard to concentrate on the road. (Especially with Tom snoozing…)
We made it to Eureka Springs just in time for supper. And believe me, mealtime at Dairy Hollow is not something to miss. Our friend Dorothy (from Little Rock) was already checked in and writing. After an amazing meal, Tom disappeared to write while Dorothy and I sat on the deck overlooking a hollow (THE hollow I suppose). We enjoyed a glass of wine and discussed how blessed we are to spend time at this magical place, especially in spring.
Grace Grits and Gardening
“That is one good thing about this world…there are always sure to be more springs.”
― L.M. Montgomery
After years of sitting empty, Superior Bathhouse in Hot Springs, Arkansas, has been transformed into a restaurant, brewery and distillery. Superior Bathhouse, built in 1916, is rumored to have been the first integrated bath house in Hot Springs. That in itself is cool. So is the creative menu from chef Angela Nardi (trained in Dallas) which includes black-eyed pea hummus, crab risotto, Petit Jean seasonal meats, etc.
We went twice in three days. That’s how much my husband and I enjoyed it. I ordered the citrus quinoa salad with apple basil vinaigrette (both times). It was as tasty as any I’ve had and honestly, up until the Superior Bath House Brewery opened, I doubt the words quinoa and Hot Springs have been used together. Just a suspicion I have based on past experience…
Not only was the food and drink superior; the renovation is pretty darn superior too. The main floor has been transformed into a craft beer tasting room and the original front sun porch features almost 75 feet of windows overlooking busy Central Avenue.Continue Reading
