The Impermanence of Things

We’ve had a lot of rain in the last days here in the Ozark Highlands. 7 inches in a few hours Monday night. That’s too much rain for our little creeks and hollers.

Lots of folks have lost homes, cattle, hay harvests and rigs they need to work.

My parents spent a terrifying night among the rising, rushing flood waters surrounding their camper. I couldn’t get to them to help and they couldn’t get to the house. So they spent the night in their truck, parked on a nearby hill hoping it, too, wouldn’t wash away.

Here at Wild Ozark we’ve lost a lot of our driveway and pretty much all of the nursery. The nursery was pretty small but it was the start to a business dream of mine.

The air compressor settled just a little downstream.
Daddy’s air compressor settled just a little downstream.

More rain is heading our way tonight and tomorrow. I’m going out to get more dog food and drinking water.

I won’t be at the farmer’s market for the next couple of weeks. The seedlings, potting supplies, pretty much my whole business is gone.

Recovered my shovel, at least.
Recovered my shovel, at least.

I’d thought the entire season might have been ruined, but that was while I felt pessimistic.

Now I’m working on a plan.

I won’t be there with plants anytime soon, but…

I’ll think of something else.

One of the nursery losses that bothers me most is the raspberries. I enjoyed watching them grow and mature and finally get ready to make the first batch of home-grown goodness. But those I can replant.

06-16-15 flood took raspberries

The driveway will be a bit more of a challenge.

Where the creek is claiming the driveway
Where the creek is claiming the driveway.

But at least it’s not our lives or our home. My children and grandchildren are safe. My parents survived their bout with the “little” creek.  Even Turbo is looking a lot better after his snakebite incident. And hopefully my parent’s camper won’t wash away completely in the next round.

dirty little turbo

My thoughts are with those who lost far more.


About Wild Ozark
Wild Ozark is a nature farm. Mostly we grow rocks. I use those rocks and some of the herbs to make earth pigments and watercolor paints. We also grow native clay that I use for making my Fairy Swing Mushrooms. And then there are the trees. We grow lots of trees. My husband uses some for his woodworking and some for our Burnt Kettle Shagbark Hickory Syrup, but for the most part they stand around creating good air, shade, & habitat for the ginseng nursery.
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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. You can find my art on display and for sale at the Kingston Square Arts shop in Kingston, Arkansas. It's a tiny little town and a bit off the path to anywhere at all, but a wonderful ride out to a most beautiful part of our state. Besides homesteading, growing plants & making arts & crafty things, I write books and stories. My rural fantasy fiction, written under the pen name, Ima Erthwitch, usually takes place in a much altered Ozarks.

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