“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”
That certainly applies to this year in a big way. The jonquils are blooming like great splashes of sunshine scattered over our place here on the hill in the Boston Mountains. No, that’s not in Massachusetts. Our beautiful chain of the Ozarks here in Arkansas was so named because the slang word back in the 1830s for “hard as hell” was “it’s the boston.” When white homesteaders were allowed into this Osage/Cherokee/Arkansa land in 1828, they soon learned how difficult it was to traverse these rugged mountains.
But I digress. According to the weather bureau Arkansas has experienced its worst winter in 120 years. Oh, we’ve had occasional colder sieges, but never as prolonged or as snowy and icy. But nature being what it is, the slant of the sunlight rules rather than temperatures, and despite the continuing cold, flowers are blooming, trees are budding and we should see dogwood and redbud all over our beautiful mountain range soon. All a few weeks behind normal times.
This was our first winter spent in our new digs. The little rock house on our property where my parents lived has become our home when our larger story-and-a-half house became too large for us to live in. Because the old heating system was so old here we installed one of those new awesome combination electric/propane heaters between the living area and the kitchen and held our breath. It is so small we couldn’t imagine it heating all three bedrooms and bath as well as that area. But it did. No matter how cold the frigid outdoors became, all we needed was a small electric heater for backup in the bathroom, and then only when we bathed.
With the help of our daughter and her lifelong friend (our adopted daughter) we snuggled in
last summer and I’m working in the smallest of the three bedrooms, having turned it into my office right off. After donating over 600 books to two local libraries, I squeezed the rest of my collection in here and in one small bookcase in the living area. It’s amazing what those two girls did. All that’s left to do is install new flooring in the kitchen, pantry and bathroom. We decided to wait till spring for that, we’d kept our carpenter/expert custom cabinet maker son-in-law pretty busy building a small deck out back and a ramp up to the kitchen entrance of the house, plus installing a dishwasher.
Because of their help I’ve completed four books over the winter. Some were partially written already, and I wrote two from scratch. That’s what a long cold winter can do for a writer in a hurry to get it all down before arthritis or various other ailments stops her.
Here comes spring. Enjoy smelling the flowers, watching trees bud, listening to the peeping of frogs in the creek, feeling the warmth of the sun, and tasting delicious morsels from early gardens. Included all five senses as writers know to do.
Did you accomplish something special this long cold winter, or did you just stare out the window in despair?