ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
I’ve had a major crush on this snag tree for going on ten years now. Ten years is nothing in the life of a wise old tree, but for me, having only moved to the area in 2014, I count him as one of my first and oldest Ozark friends.
For me, it was love at first sight.Continue Reading
I met the most gorgeous bald cypress while at Rockvale Writers’ Colony in Tennessee. The tree was impossible to ignore, so brilliantly clothed for autumn. And her place on the property—just outside the cabin where I stayed the weekend—invited my attention each time I walked to the main house for meals and writing sessions, each time I sat at my desk in the loft and stared out the window trying to dream up something to write.
Really, I believe the tree would draw anyone’s attention from anywhere nearby.
She was the only one of her kind I noticed during my drive through middle Tennessee.Continue Reading
THIS TREE. I’m not kidding. This was the most incredible thing I saw last week.
THIS TREE lives on our block. I’ve probably walked underneath it at least two thousand times since I moved to Fayetteville. And I notice it nearly every single time I walk underneath it because there’s a perfectly round hole about ten feet up the trunk. The hole is more like a woodpecker hole than a Boo Radley hole. There’s a distinct difference, you know.
This old tree continues to grow no matter what’s going on in our town or in our state or in our country or in our world. Continue Reading
