Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Crazy how that happened.
I plan to devote much of today to stringing Christmas lights and decorating my house. Best laid plans, anyway.
Something else that’s crazy? Our weather. At the beginning of the week we had sweater weather for sure—cold temperatures with a biting wind. Five days later, a spring-like storm rolled through bringing an unbelievable lightning storm, rain, and thunder. Mother Nature really knows how to put on a show.
Maybe Lucy and Annabelle should ask Santa for raincoats for Christmas. Not that they would dare go outside in the rain.
I do love a good storm. And it wasn’t all that unexpected. The weatherman forecasted it well before the humid afternoon escorted it over from Oklahoma.
Now, with December, sweater weather has returned. This morning the skies are gray, and we have snow in our extended forecast. I love a good snow, too.
The downside of not hosting Thanksgiving is not having the leftovers I need to make my traditional day-after-Thanksgiving turkey pot pies. So ingrained is this tradition, I made a special trip to the grocery store on the day-after-Thanksgiving (no one is there, by the way) for roasted carrots and parsnips. I rooted around in the freezer until I found a container of shredded chicken John smoked last summer.
Chicken pot pies instead of turkey. One for this past week, one to freeze for later.
My Aunt Lavern’s recipe is no fail, y’all.
P.S. I’m pretty proud of the design I made on the crimped edge of my pies. Dots made with the end of a wooden spoon. LOL.
Shout out to the Smart Cookies Book Club who invited me to discuss Gracie Lee last week. What a fun bunch of ladies! And I have to say, they received a treat, too, because Momma went with me. Momma illuminated The Accidental Salvation of Gracie Lee from Ann Abbott’s POV. Not everyone gets that entertaining insight.
When I began this writing journey, I never imagined I would be invited to so many book clubs. I think I could write an engaging book about the inner workings of book clubs. They are all uniquely different!
Just don’t expect me to take a decent group selfie. My skills are sorely lacking.
Even though we still have nineteen days until the official beginning of winter, fall disappeared from our landscape seemingly overnight. An early hard freeze zapped all the flowers. The wind took many of the leaves. Those still clinging to limbs are faded and tired.
A few days ago while walking Lucy and Annabelle, we noticed the last red leaf. So bright against the dull I considered it might be a Harry Potter-style portkey to somewhere else. I didn’t touch it, just in case. I only took a picture because I knew you’d want to see it.
Things Momma Says
(Re: Garden Club Silent Auction)
The last time I went to one of these things, I left with a quilt. Don’t let me buy a quilt today.
Bye for now, Sunday Letter friends. Stay warm and play nice.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.