Our human calendars take little notice of such dates, but nighthawk migrations tell of shortening days and a season’s end. Sue Hubbell Read Quote
Greer is Missouri’s second-largest spring. It is a place of pounding, frothing waters and of greeny-cool moss-covered rock, a place of fern and cliffy splendor. Sue Hubbell Read Quote
Every spring, I begin cutting my firewood for the upcoming winter. It should be cut months ahead of time so it will dry and cure. Sue Hubbell Read Quote
My maternal grandmother, Annie Sparks, lived with our family during the while I was growing up. When I came home from school, after having made a detour to the kitchen to pour a glass of milk and fix a thick peanut butter sandwich on easy-to-tear white bread, I would go up to her sitting room. Sue Hubbell Read Quote
You have to take springtime on its own terms in the Ozarks: there is no other way. It can’t be predicted. It is unsteady, full of promise, promise that is sometimes broken. It is also bawdy, irrepressible, excessive, fecund, willful. Sue Hubbell Read Quote
Spring starts in January in the Ozarks, lurches on in a complicated way, with spurts and setbacks, until May. Then, early in May, there is a cold spell known as blackberry winter because it comes when blackberries bloom. It is a worrisome week for anyone who farms. Sue Hubbell Read Quote
I’ve lived all over the country – Michigan, California, Texas, New Jersey, Rhode Island and, now, Maine – but I never understood springtime until I spent 25 years farming in the Ozarks. Sue Hubbell Read Quote
