I love history. Particularly when I find it in a far-flung or unexpected place. Imagine my surprise when I stumbled across a tree with a huge hole in the side of it. Of course, it’s not uncommon to find trees with natural cavities in them around these parts, but this particular breach was not made by nature or time, but by man – and for a very specific purpose.
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The weather in December is always a hit and miss affair here in Oz. Some years it’s mild while others roar in like the Siberian Express that has blanketed our northerly neighbors in snow and ice. And while that train has yet to roll into the Ozarks, we’ve had our fair share of temperatures in the teens already. Yet, for all the cold we’ve experienced so far, there is still an amazing amount of green lingering in the yard and garden like this like this pretty Dwarf Stonecrop Angelina peeking out from behind a cedar log. It’s enough to please the eye and tease our gardening souls into dreaming of spring.
Today is one of those magical days that come about from time to time in the waning hours of November. The big winter sun hangs low in a crisp blue sky, warming the ageless rocks at my feet. The golden light of midday has taken on an ephemeral tenderness that highlights the sculpted edges of thousands of umber, scarlet and saffron-colored oak leaves whose active lives have come to the ultimate conclusion upon the bosom of the earth. In some sudden and mysterious way, they are no longer leaves, but individual pieces of a naturally fantastic jigsaw puzzle just waiting to be pieced together.
Jill Henderson
Jill Henderson
Show Me Oz 