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.


First Hunt by Ima ErthwitchPredator 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.

Nature Farming


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.


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