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ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

Wild Side of the Road

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The road to Hana.

Driving to Hana. Maui, Hawaii

 

Warm sunshine, the glare brilliant. Cannonball! My toes plunge to an icy spot deep beneath the surface of the lake. Relief on a hot July day.

Pressing seeds into the damp earth, I inhale the freshness of soil. The beginning of life.

Wading in the ocean, the tide yearns, pulls. The moon watches.

Alone in the woods, the black forest encircles me. What if I get lost?

Pen to paper, I release thoughts buried inside my mind. Memories stir.

Only one footstep from normal, the wild side of the road awakens the soul.

“And now let the wild rumpus start!” 
― Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Musical Pairing:

Take a Walk on the Wild Side, Lou Reed

the seasons of Spring Street

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Eureka Springs, Spring Street

Spring Street, Eureka Springs, Arkansas

Today for this almost Wordless Wednesday, a comparison of Spring Street in Eureka Springs during my two favorite seasons, Fall and Spring. Author Julian Barnes said when you are young, you prefer the vulgar months… (but) as you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that can’t make up their minds. 

I agree.

Happy Hump Day!

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

“I have an affection for those transitional seasons, the way they take the edge off the intense cold of winter, or heat of summer.”
― Whitney Otto, How to Make an American Quilt

 Musical Pairing:

Four Seasons – Vivaldi

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

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