Winter In The Ozarks

It’s amazing the things you see if you’re open to them, to the possibilities around us at any given time.

Hubby and I took a drive through northern Arkansas this weekend. He was looking for fly fishing spots. I was along for the ride. It was an overcast day with the bare trees and dry grasses common to Winter. Even in the Ozarks, it was kind of dreary.

As we climbed higher in elevation, we noticed a lot of fog in the high valleys. The winding road grew steeper and in a short time, the fog turned to a fine frost which coated the tops of tall trees. Here the evergreens were sparse in number, leaving the forest looking like some bizarre Tim Burton world. Half frozen, half somber and somewhat menacing.

On we climbed, and with each mile gone the ice crept farther toward earth. Finally, it spread across the ground. Along the road, tall, feathery tufts of grass grew a good foot above the shorter stuff, their frosted tops bowing as if to some deity. Overall, the icy wonderland was ethereal and eerily beautiful. I could easily have spun a fantasy tale from the scene, complete with an ice witch and her frosty minions.

Another writer would probably see an ice fairy or a princess and happy woodland creatures. Me? I’m convinced the Ice Witch’s beauty would only camouflage her evil. Of course, I don’t care for the cold. It’s insidious and penetrates my bones too easily.

Tell me, how would you interpret the scene, or can you only envision my version now that you’ve read it?

About Carol Burnside / Annie Rayburn

Carol Burnside is an award-winning author of "Sizzling romance with heart and humor." She almost always has a glass of sweet tea within arm's reach.
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10 Responses to Winter In The Ozarks

  1. Michele says:

    I could feel myself getting colder and colder as this story went on. Great imagery. I tend to see this type of snow/ice as “lacy”, the best way I’ve ever found to describe it. Although I hate winter, seeing the outdoors as something pretty helps me tolerate it better.


    • Lacy is a good description of the grass frost, but the trees were otherworldly looking. Tim Burtonesque was the best I could do with their spindly limbs coated and reaching all directions. Staying in the truck with the heater going helped me tolerate it. LOL!


  2. A magical place that exists only once a year. When it forms the souls of the ice people return to life. And when it melts, their souls rise as tiny clouds.


  3. maxine says:

    Great post. The car heater wasn’t enough; I stayed cold. Write more about the Ice Witch – sounds good.


  4. tamibrothers says:

    This is a great post, Annie! I really felt it. I’m with Maxine. Love that Ice Witch. 😉


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