By Jill Henderson – Show Me Oz –
Excerpted in part from A Journey of Seasons: A Year in the Ozarks High Country
Ice storms in the Ozarks often have disastrous outcomes and warnings of them are often taken more seriously than those of tornadoes. Indeed, an ice storm can wreak incredible havoc. Besides making driving and even walking incredibly treacherous, as little as a half-inch of freezing rain can easily snap large tree branches, flatten shrubs and small trees, pull down power lines and cave in greenhouses, sheds and carports. Accumulations of more than that can, quite literally, snap full-grown trees in half. Yet, despite their potential for disaster, ice storms are not only beautiful, but often bring us humans closer together.




For many years I have written about the Ozarks. Most of the time I write about the natural landscape and the plants and creatures that inhabit it. But that’s not where my love for this place ends. For what is a place without its people, its culture and how it sees itself compared to the rest of the world and how the rest of the world sees them? Ask anyone who doesn’t live here about the Ozarks and most will eventually use the word hillbilly in some shape or form. 







