Tuesday, October 16, 2012

A Poem for Autumn



The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;


The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.


The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field of scarlet gown.


 Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on. 

                                                                                              Emily Dickinson



Good Bye, Summer of My Discontent







View from my window



   Gone are the brown, drought-damaged pastures of summer.  An abundance of rains lately have transformed the pastures to green once more.  Though it will only be for a short time--soon a killing frost will  send them back into dormancy. 

Our backyard

Until winter winds blow, lets enjoy this gorgeous season God gave us.  Here's a short tour of our beautiful Newton County, Arkansas--Heart of the Ozark Mountains.

Cave Mountain Road

The road to Hawksbill Crag is a trip in itself.  Beautiful and rugged, but worth the ride.  I have several friends who live up there and drive down everyday.  They can tell a few "nail-biting" stories about winter driving!

                                                               Highway to Mt. Judea


Every fall, we make this drive on Highway 123 to Mt. Judea.  We always eat lunch at Cliff House Inn on Highway 7 south of Jasper, then stop by Emma's Museum of Junk for collectibles and antiques on the square, and then across to Blue Mt. Bakery for a sweet treat ( we have to pick up sweet potato muffins for breakfast the next day). 




Henly Barn on Highway 103

We often take a break and drive down our own highway.  The 10 miles through Kenner Creek Valley is often called our "best kept secret".  You will see horses grazing in green pastures, farms and barns, rock formations, and flowing streams as you make your way to Osage.  Stop by Osage Clayworks located in the Old Stamps store for unique hand-thrown pottery.



Hope you enjoyed this short tour of our beloved Ozarks.  And, maybe we will see you soon on our mountain!

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir! Wm. Bliss Carman