BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… BURNT WOOD PRAYERS. The full wolf moon rises slowly in the early evening’s eastern sky. Last light of day and the Ozarks are shades of rust and umber, red and lemon yellow, the sky that pale creamy blue of early winter. Too daylight yet for stars. Only the moon can be seen,…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… A GREEN CHRISTMAS. “A green Christmas makes a full graveyard,” goes the old mountain saying. It is an old Appalachian omen, dating back likely to old Britain. But Vance Randolph recorded the saying in the Ozarks too and the words have echoed in my mind the past several days. Days in which…
Orchards by Joshua Heston Except for wild plums and black cherries (which don’t exactly grow in orchards anyway), fruit trees were originally imported. Peaches, originally bred in Asia, became a symbol of the Old South…and of Central Missouri as well. More than one summertime tourist to the Ozarks could not pass up the appeal of…