Dear Sunday Letter Readers,
Today’s Sunday Letter is a wonder, not because it’s exceptionally marvelous or anything. Not at all. The fact that it exists is the small miracle. All throughout the past week, I’ve been overly confused about the day. Tuesday felt like Wednesday. Wednesday was Thursday in my mind. On Friday morning, John asked me, “Is today Wednesday or Thursday.” See? It wasn’t just me. Our whole week was weird.
For the most part, I’ve been tied to my desk working on my book. Maybe that’s the reason for my confused state. Or maybe it’s the horrid humidity.
Yesterday, I did spend a few hours in Bentonville at Megaphone Summit (an influencer conference). The highlight for me was seeing some of the original Arkansas blogger ladies I met when I first began this blogging adventure. And by the way, I heard someone refer to me as “one of the old bloggers”—LOL—that’s true in more ways than one.
Wanna see where I do my serious editing?
My desk is a mess with my manuscript divided into several stacks. Teetering on the corner—journals and books.
This is one of my favorite rooms because it has two walls of bookshelves. When I was a little girl, I would have lived in a library if I could have. Now, in a way, I do. I like to imagine each book in our collection provides a tiny bit of inspiration as I string together my own words.
When we first moved into our house, I wrote a blog post about how I organized the shelves in this room. If you’d like to see the before and after pics, and read my non-expert decorating advice, click HERE.
Yes, the humidity returned like a boss last week which makes dog walking during the day miserable. To provide a little relief to all the dogs (and other critters) in our neighborhood, we added a water bowl at our Little Free Library. Annabelle has used it. Hopefully other furry friends have too. Now I just have to remember to add fresh water every day.
Do deer drink from water bowls? I wonder.
When I spoke at Nightbird Books a couple of weeks ago, a friend brought in a bucket of fresh peaches to share with the group. What a nice surprise! I don’t often buy peaches because I don’t like to peel them. Silly, I suppose.
These were wonderful.
When summer ends, the thing I will miss most is fresh fruit.
Well, fruit and flowers—I will miss them both equally I think.
Okay, and garden vegetables. It’s a three-way tie for the things I will miss most.
It’s hard to believe we will soon be dealing with piles of autumn leaves and no watermelon ???…
Not Over Yet
But it’s not over yet!
Isn’t it strange how early-August seems like the end of summer? That’s how August is marketed to us now, with all the Back to School displays at every store and in ads and commercials.
In Northwest Arkansas (and probably where you live), most kids have already returned to school. Although I don’t have kids at home, those back to school days trigger memories for me—shopping for supplies and clothes, getting everyone back on a respectable sleep schedule.
This past week when all the Fayetteville kids headed to the schoolhouse, I’m pretty sure I heard one gigantic, parental sigh of relief.
I think I’ll buy a package of Number 2 pencils to mark the occasion.
Labor Day signifies the end of summer to me. So I still have time to check off a few summer bucket list items. But I need to get busy.
Things Momma Says:
Momma’s at the farm spreading her wisdom around Mississippi County, and I’ve not talked to her long enough to get a brilliant quote. Instead, I thought I’d show you her boat bib.
This handy dandy plastic bib frees her hands for boat driving, keeps her snacks within easy reach, and helps keep the floor of the boat (and her bathing suit) tidy.
Yes, Momma’s on point in the boat.
Now that I think about it, I could probably use one of these for those couch-sitting, Netflix-watching, snacking times.
Before I go, tell me, what will you miss most when summer is gone?
See you next time, Sunday Letter friends,
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
I’m curious if you received the newsletter I emailed last week? It’s the first newsletter I’ve sent in some time, and I want to make sure those who want to read it, are actually receiving it.
If you didn’t get it (or just want to read it again ?) click HERE to take a look at it. If you aren’t subscribing, I hope you will. (You can unsubscribe at any time, I swear.)