As humans we are rarely alone. Not really. We are surrounded by people and media and music and traffic. But when we are alone with only ourselves, we think and grow.
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
As humans we are rarely alone. Not really. We are surrounded by people and media and music and traffic. But when we are alone with only ourselves, we think and grow.
After crafting my letter to Santa, I proof-read my little sister’s. At the top of her list, a Tonka Truck.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
I placed the book on my bookcase. It stared at me each time I walked through my bedroom. Yes.I.Was.Putting.It.Off. But, what if I couldn’t locate her? What if there wasn’t more to this story?
Sometimes the idea of something is better than reality…
I was as thrilled as she.
On Saturday, my neighborhood post office was crammed, packed with harried people mailing last minute Christmas cards and gifts. The parking lot was filled to capacity. Mailing this book was my priority for the day, more important than holiday baking or present wrapping. And, I was surprised to learn she would receive her book on Christmas Eve. Perfect!
“Among the many legends that have to do with Christmas Eve, there is one that says on that night, lost things are found again.”
Indeed!
talya
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
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