Dear Sunday Letter Peeps,
Last week I had technical difficulties with my blog, but (knock-on-wood) everything is squared away. Here we are on April 8 which happens to be Draw A Picture of a Bird Day (more on this later). You may think I’m kidding, but I’m not. There’s a day set aside for nearly everything you can’t imagine.
Just A Dusting
Yesterday in Northwest Arkansas, we received a dusting of snow. Just a dusting, thank goodness. But seriously snow, YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE. I waited entire months for you, hoping and wishing and dreaming of snow cream. One thing’s for sure… Mother Nature will do whatever strikes her fancy. I believe I speak for every little swallow, every chickadee, every bud soon to open on the dogwood tree when I say, “We are past ready for warmer, sunnier weather.”
Two things this dusting of snow has made abundantly clear. Lou Holtz needs his spring bath. And, snow in April is for the birds.
Pretty Little Cupcakes
Last week, I went to the dentist for my regular cleaning. These pretty cupcakes were delivered while I waited for my appointment.
No, they weren’t for the patients. They were for a baby shower later in the afternoon. I didn’t get to taste, but I fawned over them quite well and thought they deserved a feature in today’s Sunday Letter. They sing spring, don’t you agree? And look, there’s a dusting of snow on top (actually edible glitter). The next time I need fancy ones, I’ll be ordering from Serious Cupcakes in Rogers.
(Dr. Phelan, if you are reading this, a bit of free advice… Extra sugar in the form of gorgeous desserts would be a sweet way to generate more dental business, if you know what I mean.)
While I waited to have my teeth cleaned, I thought about my first dentist in Osceola, Dr. Nichols. My Nana had a paralyzing fear of the dentist. And as far as I knew, it was the only fear she had. For someone who never had a cavity her entire life, her terror over old Dr. Nichols seemed illogical to me, even as a kid.
Remember how back in the day, a dentist exam meant spitting in the porcelain bowl (over and over and over)? That was kinda gross if you think about it. Now when I go to the dentist, I feel like I’m going to a spa. Dr. Phelan has massage examination chairs which is almost as good as a cupcake frosted with tiny sugary flowers.
Evil Sand Bur
In an earlier Sunday Letter, I mentioned that we are doing some landscaping and trying to wrangle the bamboo taking over our cottage property. Look at this root John pulled from the earth. It reminds me of those evil sand burs on the dirt road at my cousin Lesa’s house at Carroll’s Corner.
I think it’s a jurassic cocklebur.
My sister and I spent as much time at my cousin’s house on Little River as we did at our own. The sandy gullies along the river made top secret hideouts. The turnrows provided stage for imagination. The road to Aunt Virgie’s house was our race track. To barefoot farm girls, those sand burs were/are of the devil. Even when we wore tennis shoes, they tangled our laces.
Everything in nature has a purpose, but I don’t know the sand bur’s contribution beyond a memory prompt. Maybe erosion control?
Draw a Bird
As I said before, today is Draw a Picture of a Bird Day. The story behind the origin of this day is one worth knowing.
On April 8, 1943, seven-year-old Dorie Cooper visited her uncle who was recovering in the hospital. He lost his leg to a land mine during the war. She asked him to draw a picture of a bird. He did, and she teased him saying it wasn’t a very good picture. But she told him she would hang it in her room. This lifted his spirits. Three years later, Dorie was struck and killed by a car. At her funeral, folks brought bird pictures and drawings, prompting the creation of this day. (source: holidayinsights.com)
This story reminds me of my dentist-fearing Nana who always drew ducks to entertain my sister and me. When we were bored during preaching, she whipped out her pencil and drew a duck on the back of an offering envelope. Nana’s funny ducks combined with the monotony of Brother Brown’s sermon stirred up giggles along our church pew.
Years later, Momma framed one of her crazy drawings. We celebrate her humor and spirit every day.
Shameless plug: There’s a passage in The Accidental Salvation of Gracie Lee based on Nana’s duck drawings. If you haven’t read my book yet, what are you waiting for? If you have, yay! and thank you!
School Kitchen Tip of the Week:
It is not advisable to give much time or attention to cake making in these lessons. There is little danger that this branch of cooking will be neglected; and gratifying as it would be to school girls generally, to make cake in every lesson, there are so many more important things to learn that this subject must be kept in the background. There are really only two kinds of cake—those with butter and those without. (The School Kitchen Textbook, Mary J. Lincoln, 1917, p. 271 Lesson XXV Cake Making and Baking)
Cheers to a warmer week ahead. Draw a bird and bake some cupcakes, even a box mix will do.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
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