Posts Tagged ‘Madison Woods’

Coffee drinkers love to talk about where their coffee beans come from and they love to grind their own beans.  But how many have ever roasted their own beans…outside…in the hills of Arkansaseven in the winter?  Yeah, I thought not. I happen to know one who does.

Madison Woods, one of several nom de plumes, lives with her husband in very rural Arkansas, working hard at living a sustainable lifestyle 30 minutes from paved roads.  I first met her through Friday Fictioneers, a group she founded.  The premise behind FF, which I participated in for a number of years, is to write a 100-word story based on a photo.  (The group continues today under the auspices of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, a three-times published author.)  Madison still writes, her specialty being rural (vs. urban) fantasy.  She has one book published and available on Amazon, with a second in the works.

Madison loves nature.  One of her more esoteric pursuits is American ginseng.  She says:

American Ginseng and the habitat that supports this endangered plant is one of my avid interests. Most of my non-fiction is devoted to this topic and I encourage anyone with the right kind of land to help protect and re-establish habitat. This is my goal for our property even though we still intend to harvest and sell our roots eventually. With proper planning, planting and ethical harvesting, it will thrive for generations to come.

Wild Ozark is the only licensed American ginseng nursery in Arkansas.

But about that coffee.   When I wanted a unique gift for one of my s-i-l’s who’s a  coffee drinker, my mind immediately went to Madison.  She and her husband love coffee so much that they source, then roast their own.  I contacted her in January, only to be told that it was too cold outside to roast, but that she thought in a few days it would warm up enough to do so.  That’s not something you see every day!

We use Peru Aprocassi Fair Trade and Organic beans. This is the variety of bean we love the most. I roast outside in full view of the mountains and the valley. The Wild Ozark hills are infused in every cup!

Ordered and delivered long before the birthday date, I waited to see what my s-i-l thought.  When she finally opened and tried the coffee, she raved about it.  The proof is that she just re-ordered.  Hopefully it’s nice enough outdoors to roast!  🙂

Interested?  The coffee is $15/roasted pound, whole bean only.  Email Madison at madison@wildozark.com for availability, postage, and payment methods.  If you’d like to read more about Madison and her interests (or to sign up to follow her blog), go to the Wild Ozark website. Even if you aren’t interested in coffee, you’ll find it full of interesting information about ginseng and other things and you can shop in the Nature Boutique or order one of her fantasy books. There’s so much there I can’t even tell you about all of it, so take time for a visit.  It’s easier to get to than Madison’s place in Arkansas. 🙂

Friday Fictioneers says good-bye to creator Madison Woods this week and hello to our new home with Rochelle  Wisoff (no “h’)-Fields,http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/.   Madison, we hope to read your stories often; Rochelle, thanks for taking up the torch.  Now sit back and enjoy the read.  As always, click on the little icon at the end to access all the stories.  Oh, yes…thanks, Ron, for the picture.

Forever, Love

Their f­­­irst trip to their daughter’s as new citizens and their 60th anniversary.  Truly a special day!  He smiled at his wife; took her hand.  He knew she really didn’t look the same as when they met, but that’s what his heart saw.  Thinking of their grandchildren, he tightened his grasp; chuckled.

Last stop before they arrived.  Only a few people got off, including the young man who’d been sitting in front of them.  As the bus started, he noticed the forgotten backpack.  Perhaps they could stop.  He called to the driver, “Excuse…”

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Bus Explodes—Terrorism Suspected
Over 80 dead



What?  Wednesday again?  That means another prompt from Madison Wood’s blog, where writers from all over the world gather to write 100-word responses to a weekly photo.  This week’s photo is from Jan Morrill and it was difficult for me to come up with a story because the picture brought back memories of my trip to Europe in the 70’s and my time in Mykonos.  However, that would be all too ordinary a tale to relate for Friday Fictioneers.  🙂  If you’d like to read more stories (well worth your time), click on the cute little icon at the end of the story, sit back and enjoy the talent on display.

(“Yassou” is “hello” in Greek and thanks to “Bend it Like Beckham” for the title.)

The sun in the brilliant blue sky reflected heat off stark white buildings, making him glad he was secreted in the arbor, shaded by vines with leaves that might end as part of an authentic Greek dinner.  A group of women, dressed somewhat immodestly, swayed along the narrow street.  Tourists. The shapely blonde glanced his way, stopped, smiled slowly, and ducked under the vines.

“Yassou.  You’re cute!”

He didn’t know much English but her tone was unmistakable.  He was in luck. She pressed against him, one hand under his chin, the other moving lower.

“Girls!  Look at this cute donkey!”



Here, (done on Wednesday, but also my Thursday post), is my Friday Fictioneers submission for this week.  Every week, a large group of us from all over the world  turn our brains into mush in an attempt, sometime vain, sometimes wildly successful, to craft  a variety of ideas and themes into various types of literary masterpieces, all based on one picture that Madison Woods puts on her blog, usually on Wednesday.  If you feel so inclined, join in.  If you only care to read, you may click on the link at the end to access all the stories.  This week’s picture is from Raina Ng.

As for this piece, criticism of any kind, except rude, is welcome.  (And before you mention it, I know to be grammatically correct it would be “Until Death Doesn’t Us Part”, but that doesn’t have the right ring to it.)

‘Til Death Don’t Us Part (more…)

The Friday Fictioneers  virtually gather each Friday (and often on Wednesday and Thursday as well) to publish their 100-word pieces inspired by a picture prompt posted by Madison Woods on her blog.  New writers are always welcome and you can read any or all of the other entries by clicking on the link at the end of my piece.  The photo this week is by Sandra Cook.

The Journey
Life in eight haiku

Young and filled with hope
Gentle smooth wide path beckons
Birds singing in trees

Walking together
Joyful talk with much laughter
Sturdy trees grow close

Dangerous trail now
So slippery and narrow
Easy to plunge off

When I trip or fall
Your hands help me rise again
Sun’s rays warm us both

Dark verdant foliage
Tempting us to turn aside
Onto wayward path

Weary from our walk
Searching for flowered meadow
Welcome refreshment

Dark clouds overhead
Continuing side by side
Weathering the storms

Long journey ending
We reach the top together
Home awaits us there


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly fun-fest that consists of writing a 100-word
story, poem or introduction to a story

  based on a picture prompt posted by Madison Woods.
This week’s intriguing picture is by Lora Mitchell.
If you’d like to read or join in, click on the little link at the end of this story and get ready for some fun. (more…)

Friday Fictioneers ride (or write) again!!  This is your chance to read all the creative stories on the site hosted by Madison Woods, stories based on this picture by one of the Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Thanks to both Madison and Rochelle.  To read any of the stories for this week, click on the icon at the bottom of the post.  Or join us if you’d like to be a part of this wonderful group of writers. (more…)

Yes, it’s Friday Fictioneers time once again. (Does it really only come around once a week?  I’m sure it’s more often than that!)  Anyway, time for more laughs, horror, surprise endings, continued stories and about anything else you can (or even can’t) imagine.  To read more stories, click on the link at the end of this post.  As for me, I appreciate your comments, analysis, and criticism.  Now, without further ado…

(Thursday addendum:  Maybe I’m being a bit too subtle here.  Would “A Not-So-Grimm Tale” and bold-facing the first letters of all the names help?  I didn’t want to be to overt, but perhaps I erred in the opposite direction.  At any rate, thanks for reading!)

A Not-So-Grim Tale

“But, Grandma, it’s so small!

“True, but Paola, Isobel, and Graham were all little and they loved it.  It felt like a fairy tale house to them.  Once it flooded.  We lost a few things, but because the house is built on rock and made of stones, it’s rock-solid.  It endured.”

“Rock-solid.  That’s a joke, Grandma.”

“Yes, but later wasn’t such a joke. Friends told us we needed something bigger. We chose to stay.  But when West Orange Loan & Financial gobbled up so many grand houses, we still had ours.  We were  rock-solid because we’d made the right choices.



Well, I almost made it to Friday this week, but only by patient waiting!!  Be sure to click on the link below to read the rest of the stories or feel free to join by submitting your unique piece of Friday Fiction.

Survival

Dark, lowering clouds glowered overhead as he attempted the trip home, stealing furtively from cover to cover.  Once, something clutched his sleeve.  He yanked free, running without looking, his pounding heart drowning out other sounds, as if not seeing what it was would save him.  Occasionally he paused, waiting motionless for silent, dark figures to move on.  He couldn’t afford to be seen.

A sharp crack.

He stifled his indrawn breath.  Noise might alert someone.  Home was just ahead but there was a figure… in his doorway!!

“Alex.  How was school?”
He grinned.  Game over.
“Great, Mom.  Got any cookies?”



Yes, I know it’s only Wednesday, but it’s time for Friday Fictioneers once again, meaning those of you who follow my blog will get two posts today and probably none tomorrow (but you never know).  This week’s picture prompt is quite unique and thanks to Lura for it.  Thanks to Madison for the whole shebang and to all of you for reading, writing and commenting.

Speaking of comments, I love to hear from any and all of you, so comment away as long as the comments aren’t mean and nasty.  Constructive is great; even better are things such as “Wonderful!”, “Best thing I’ve ever read,”  etc.  LOL.   Click on the little frog link after the story to read as many of the stories as you have time to read.  I work my way through all of them each week and it’s worth it.

Deaf and Dumb

 His horse refused to go closer, so he tied the reins to a tree branch and walked.  Dumb animal. He was sure he’d seen something in the crook of the tree just ahead.  Balancing on a large rock, he peered up. What a prize!  A nearly intact mountain sheep skull, complete with horns!!

The horse screamed and as he twisted, he saw her yank the reins free and run.  “What the…” he began.  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tawny shape fall from the tree.  “Oh, shit, I should have listened…” was his last pain-free thought.