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Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Spring has Sprung, Maybe


On March 20 spring came. Or did it?

I’ve seen posts from friends who live in the northeast US telling about the latest snowfall. Snow is still on the ground in some areas in the northwestern states. In Atlanta it’s wet and chilly and the temperatures have seemed below normal since spring started. I’ve seen memes all over Facebook about Spring being late or crazy or still sleeping. So, it seems that most of us are dealing with uncertainties about when we’ll finally see the lovely warm weather and flowers of spring.

 
I’d been wondering when it would be safe for me to put out my herb garden and plant the new annuals in my front yard. I did it the first weekend of spring, but I’ve been nervous a few nights when the forecast said the temperatures would drop into the thirties. I live in the South, for goodness sakes. Shouldn’t we be having milder temperatures by now? At least I have a weatherman to give me some guidance. How did the pioneer people know it was safe to plant?

When I think about my herbs and flowers, in reality, if they’re killed by frost or cold temperatures, I can just replace them when I’m sure the weather will be warm enough for them to survive. The early settlers didn’t have that luxury. They often only had enough seed or money to buy seed for one shot. What they planted would have to feed their family and probably bring in a little bit of money when they sold the excess. They couldn’t afford to get the timing wrong like I can.

 
I found some interesting guidelines from Benjamin Franklin’s Poor Richard’s  Almanack. I’d imagine most of the pioneer people didn’t own a copy of the book, they simply went about managing their farms from experience and teaching from their ancestors.

“When cottonwood starts to fly, it’s time to plant corn.”

“For every thunderstorm in February, there will be a cold spell in May. “

“When oak trees bend with snow in January, good crops may be expected.”

“If the ash leafs out before the oak, expect a wet season.”

“Frogs singing at dusk indicate fair weather to come.”

“Mist in May and heat in June makes the harvest right soon.”

My grandmother always said that the frost was over when the dogwoods bloomed. She was an avid gardener and was president of her local garden club for most of my childhood—or at least that’s how I remember it.

My research found that much of the folklore hasn’t been proven to be true scientifically. But that didn’t matter to the early citizens of the west territories. They gathered knowledge as they went and improved on every bit of historical advice they could.

Their interest in the true arrival of Spring was intense and their futures depended on getting as much right as possible. While it was also likely they got sick and tired of chilly, wet, unpredictable days just like we do, they're stake was much more about survival. I admire their determination and fortitude.


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Annie Boone writes sweet western historical romance with a happy ending guaranteed in every single story. Inspiration comes in many forms and Annie finds more than one way to make her stories entertain and inspire.




 

Annie's latest book is the fifth book in the Colorado Matchmaker Series, Selina and Wyatt. Find it on Amazon, along with the complete series.
 


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Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Now or then?



I live in Flowery Branch, Georgia – a northern suburb of Atlanta. Doesn’t the name sound romantic and sweet? Maybe even a little nostalgic. That makes sense considering it’s beginning.

The town started in 1874 and it’s one of the oldest in the county. Originally, it was called Anaguluskee, which sounds much less romantic. But, Anaguluskee is a Cherokee Indian word that means flowers on the branch. Knowing the origin makes me love it even more. If you want to find out a little bit about my little town, the Wiki has some fun details.

This week has not been a romantic week in Flowery Branch, though. What’s left of Hurricane Irma came through on Monday and early Tuesday and knocked us around a bit. Many trees are down and power is out all over the place. Sitting at home Monday night trying to decide what to do by candlelight with no internet and an iPhone battery that was about to die was a bit difficult. 


That’s hard for me to admit. I write historical romance. I should be able to think of something to do when the power’s out. I have an imagination and I’ve done a fair amount of research. I shouldn’t have come up empty! But alas, I have no farm animals to tend to and I didn’t attempt to make supper in the fireplace, thought that would have killed some time. Probably about all of it until bedtime.


I’ve heard from many people that they often feel like they were born in the wrong era. That they would love to live a simpler life even with the many challenges the early pioneers faced. I understand those feelings. Things do get complicated sometimes! It makes sense to wish for days gone by. I think that’s one reason some people love to read historical fiction – especially historical romance.

I get it that it seems romantic to want to go back in time. And I do love those sweet, romantic, nostalgic thoughts. Writing sweet historical romance is a dream come true for me. I absolutely love that my work allows me to get caught up in all the details of the wonderful times and people of the past. The people were captivating and the brave way they faced challenges is inspiring. Scenes like the farm scene here look idyllic and perfect! It makes me want to be there!
 
As a reader, I enjoy the romanticized happenings of the era. While there certainly were difficulties, deaths, and losses too great to quantify, I love a sweet story with a happy ending. It’s okay with me to read a story that doesn’t place all the focus on the hardships. I know I'm not completely typical regarding this.

So here it is. I’m happy to live now. With technology and medical advancements and Starbucks on every corner. I like to get in my car and nip down to the grocery store and be back home in less than a half day. I’ve been thinking about this very thing for a few weeks as I do the final edits on a new story. Then the storm brought it back home in a big way. 

Could I have lived in 1880? Of course, but I’m really glad I didn’t. I hope you won’t hold that against me! Being without power for three days is for the birds! 

What about you? If you could live in 1880, would you time travel to do it?


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Annie Boone writes sweet western historical romance with a happy ending guaranteed in every single story. Inspiration comes in many forms and Annie finds more than one way to make her stories entertain and inspire.

To connect with Annie, find her on Facebook, Twitter, or her website.

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