ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
If spring were a song, the deep base notes would be the thunderstorms that recently rolled over our rooftop. Rainwater makes the spring colors pop even more brilliantly than before. The trees are budding bright and fresh, the tight dogwoods blossoms are beginning to burst open, and even the bearded irises have started blooming.
Simply going for a walk and noticing such wonder is cheerful thing.Continue Reading
Y’all, there’s just somethin’ ’bout War Eagle. It’s a state of mind. Almost a love story. Definitely a special sort of spot in the Ozarks. A couple of weeks ago, I visited for the first time. How crazy is that? I’ve known about it forever. Of course during most of forever, I lived in Dallas. So while all my Arkansas friends were at War Eagle, I was at the State Fair of Texas. Almost like an alternate universe thing, but not.
Today I’m giving you a recap of my War Eagle experience—what I saw and did. What I bought and thought. If you’ve been, I’m curious to hear your take on it.
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Five years ago if someone asked me where I’d be today, I don’t know what I would have said. But I wouldn’t have said writing in the woods. The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow might have been my answer if I played a game of eenie-meenie-miney-moe with multiple choice answers. In my mind, any place with “colony” attached to it was highly sketchy. A colony involved hippie living, pot growing, and Kum Ba Yah singing.
Or lepers.
Lepers lived in colonies, didn’t they?Continue Reading
