A Fruitful Wander in the Shadow of the Boston Mountains
Started at my parent’s house this morning (about three miles from our place) to harvest their beautyberries and ended up with some other treats.
The blue line of mountains in the photo is the beginnings of the Boston Mountain range. “The Boston Mountains are a rugged, mountainous region in the Ozark Plateau, primarily located in Arkansas and extending into Oklahoma. They form the highest and most dissected part of the Ozarks, characterized by deep valleys and high peaks.”
While researching the Boston mountains, I realized that what I’m always referring to as the Ozark foothills is the Arkansas Valley Hills—basically a region where the Arkansas River valley is shifting into the Ozarks. Same diff? 🤷♀️
I focused on beautyberries in the pine woods around their house first. Stopping to admire the Carolina buckthorns (another Carolina!).
And then I found the first ripe persimmon! In this fuckity-fuckity-fucking mess. The photo just doesn’t do justice to the amount of greenbrier thorny vines I crawled through to stubbornly harvest what will probably be my first 1/2 cup of purée. I was excited ok? Excited and bleeding . . . and rocking a delightfully twiggy hair-do . . . and a few little holes in my tee . . . and a potty mouth that set off every dog in a two mile radius. 🤦♀️
Next I stumbled on another variety of wild poinsettia (toothed spurge)—I think. All my apps agreed but I haven’t really studied it yet. I’ve been seeing Japanese poinsettia all over the place at ours. Ignore the pink flower, it’s some kind of pea/bean/vetch that I didn’t stop to identify. The poinsettia is the cluster of buds and the leaves.
And then I found a TON of smooth sumac! Beautiful red berries. Much brighter than the winged sumac I’ve been harvesting so far this season.
And Cujo followed me home for the last five minutes. He had a collar, so I don’t think he was dangerous. But he was loud and territorial and I forced myself to walk at a steady pace. I’m a large dog person and they don’t usually make me nervous, but he was sticking to me like glue and wouldn’t shut up. Followed me all the way to mom and dad’s front door and then loped off across the road to what I assume was his home. We don’t have any dogs loose around our place, but I always get them following me further out in the country where mom and dad are at. But usually they are shy.
Same view, different season:
Not pictured: I did grab a little bit more sassafras leaves too.










