Show and Tell
I took my little assembly of show and tell items, and a small entourage consisting of three Green Ambassadors on the road yesterday. We, or at least *I*, had been invited to speak to the Olli Group at Bordino’s on Dickson St. in Fayetteville. At the time, they didn’t know about the ambassadors that usually accompany me on such appointments, ha.
I’m one of those people who talk to plants and other things that generally don’t talk back. Well, I think they *do*, but not in the way people talk to each other. Anyway, I’ve told all the plants that I’ve potted up for sale at the market that they are the ambassadors for the plants of an endangered habitat. It’s my job to try to encourage people love them enough to want to restrain themselves from logging the deep woods and maintain proper conditions for these plants to grow. But it’s their job to stand up and be interesting when I need to bring them along for show-and-tell dates.
The Green Ambassadors that came today were ginseng, since that was the focus of the talk. A yearling, a two-prong, and a three-prong, to represent the rest of their kind back home in the deep woods. They behaved graciously as they were passed around in their little pots to be examined closely during the meal.
Bloodroot also came along in the form of a rhizome I brought to show them how it gets its name. After snapping it in half to demonstrate the “bleeding” it does, one of the Olli members, Ned (who is also the one who invited me to give the talk), pocketed the two halves to bring home to plant in his shade garden.
Book Me and the Green Ambassadors
Click here and fill out the form if you’d like me to bring some Green Ambassadors from the ginseng habitat to visit your group. I can usually be bribed with good food, and if you’re outside northwest Arkansas, travel expenses and lodging. Payment when possible is always welcomed, but if you don’t have the budget, don’t let the lack stop you from asking.
Confrontation at the pond
I’ll end today’s post with a lead line to a little story about the turtle the dogs and I encountered today. The rest of the post is at my FB page. Come on over and visit a little while if you have more time 🙂
I had an interesting event while out looking for the horses. First I went up by the pond to see if they’d gone that way….
P.S. I am sooooo glad I took a few moments to proofread this post before making it live. I don’t know why, but I keep mistakenly calling “Bordino’s” “Bordello’s” instead. Do you know what a bordello is? Just as I was getting ready to hit ‘publish’, I noticed that I wrote “Bordello’s” instead. I did NOT go to the bordello for lunch. I went to Bordino’s!
Predator and Prey, or the hunter and the hunted is a common theme throughout my fiction writing. No Qualms, one of my short stories (free at most retailers) is about about a predator/prey relationship. Symbiosis, my first finished novel, not published yet, deals with predator/prey relationships and the balance of energy among life on earth, sometimes symbolic and often outright. Many of my flash fiction stories (I have twitterfiction and 100-word flash stories) are also dealing with this same dynamic. This is a strong theme that runs through most of my fiction and is strongly influenced by life in the wild Ozarks where we live. My first published novel, First Hunt, also has a predator and prey theme to it. I guess it's just part of my nature.
Wild Ozark is 160 acres of beautiful wild Ozark mountains. I call what I do "nature farming" because the land produces, all by itself, the shagbark hickory trees, ferns, moss, ground-fall botanicals, and the perfect habitats for growing and stewarding American ginseng. I'm co-creating with Nature - all of the things I use to make the Fairy Gardens and Forest Folk, the bark we harvest for Burnt Kettle's shagbark hickory syrup, are produced by nature without my input. This land is my muse for inspiration when it comes to my writing, drawing, and photography. It's truly a Nature Farm.
About the voice behind this blog, Madison Woods
I'm a creative old soul living way off the beaten path with my husband in the wild Ozark Mountains. Besides homesteading, growing plants & making crafty things and newsletters, I write books and stories. My rural fantasy fiction, written under the pen name, Ima Erthwitch, usually takes place in a much altered Ozarks.