Greetings to my Sunday Letter friends who are social-distancing and sheltering-at-home,
Already we have several new buzz words attributed solely to COVID-19. Already they annoy me a bit. But I hear myself saying them (and writing them). I suppose my Sunday Letters are changing along with everything.
Don’t despair. We will navigate the craziness and come out on the other end. In fact, I have no problem being your Sunday morning cheerleader. This whole situation of hunkering down may be a little easier for me than for some because I’m a homebody by nature. Plus, I’m an introvert. A Cancer. (We Cancers like our alone time.) Compared to many, my routine isn’t drastically different. As long as I can garden, write, and read, I’ll be okay.
Coronavirus Week One
It’s chilling how quickly things have changed right here at home. And I know we’ve only begun to see the effects.
Along with the unexpected changes (like closed businesses and cancelled events), I’ve noticed lots of changes that to me seem very positive. Families are out walking and riding bikes together. Kids are playing in their yards. I saw a man actually chopping wood yesterday. Sure, he may have been doing that pre-coronavirus, but it seemed out of the ordinary to me. Everyone in our neighborhood and in our grocery stores smiles and goes out of their way to be friendly and helpful. It’s a little bit Leave It To Beaver-ish and that’s a bright spot in all this uncertainty.
Will the friendliness and these new activities continue when this is over? That would be a nice outcome.
John and I basically only leave the house to go to the grocery store, post office, and walk the dogs. We did go to White River Nursery on Friday because we were suffering from a bit of cabin fever. And if I’m being honest, I felt a sense of panic to go there, as I worry even nurseries will soon close. There were very few customers inside and everyone stayed far away from each other. So it felt like a safe choice and a good way to lift our spirits.
Even with all the current guidelines and limitations, yesterday turned out to be an enjoyable day made possible in part by SUNSHINE. I planted seeds at Momma’s house and we visited from a distance.
Confession: I haven’t been hoarding toilet paper, but I have managed to collect lots of seeds. I spent some time yesterday sorting and dividing them. The seed drawer in our Little Free Library is now full!
The sidewalk in front of our house? I chalked a message for the neighborhood along with hopscotch for anyone who wants to have a bit of old-fashioned fun.
I wonder if kids even know what hopscotch is?
Feed and Folly
So many small businesses and restaurants are struggling, y’all. Cooking and eating from home are nothing new for us, but just knowing we can’t go to our favorite place for burgers or Mexican food is unsettling. We’ve made it our mission to order out once a week.
Last night, we ordered takeout from Feed and Folly. Feed and Folly held its soft opening on March 15, ONE DAY before Fayetteville restaurants were required to close their dining rooms due to coronavirus.
Fish tacos for me, a Reuben sandwich for John, and we split an order of fries. Everything = Yummy! We can’t wait to go back and dine in when things return to normal. (You’ll be able to find us taking in the views from their amazing rooftop bar!)
For now, they have an online order form that’s easy to maneuver.
Here’s a simple, free way you can help the restaurants you love—write reviews for them on Yelp and on their Facebook pages. This goes for museums and businesses too! I saw this idea on Facebook and think it’s brilliant. I’ll be writing my Feed and Folly review today.
Yay for Friends
Thank goodness for friends who share and lift us up. Small kindnesses go an even longer way right now.
Look what was waiting on our back fence Saturday.
Lemon Poppyseed Cake! Perfect with my coffee this morning. I’d share with you if I could.
Guess what time it is? Morel season!
I harvested these on Saturday.
I told you. Saturday turned out to be a great day, virus or not.
Things Momma Says
I have been trying to organize my neighbors to all sing from our front porches this afternoon. So far I haven’t heard back from a lot of them.
Sunday Letter friends, I know things are strange for everyone, but so many have it worse. I like to think that we have built a little Grace Grits and Gardening community here. Even though many of us have never met in person, we meet here most every Sunday. In a way, that makes us family. And family helps lift each other when the going gets rough.
Hang in there everyone.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
RIP Kenny Rogers