Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Hi there! I hope everyone is hanging in there during these crazy times. I’m not gonna lie. A couple of days this week, I thought I might climb the walls. I’ve been inside my head, going a bit mad. I want to go to the lake, travel to see my kids, sit at a table at a restaurant and eat something delicious that doesn’t involve washing the dishes afterward.
I want to take my new book on the road and talk to book clubs and libraries.
Rainy days are especially awful right now. And we’ve been experiencing this monotonous, every other day pattern.
But our plants like all the rain; our backyard world is lush and green. This morning, the birds sound extra happy. I plan to spend my Sunday out there with them. And I’m hopeful for a beautiful week ahead (despite more rain the forecast).
I found the absolutely perfect coronavirus tee. I bought this Over It tee online from Copper Rose Boutique in Waxahachie, Texas. Copper Rose is owned by my mother’s first cousin’s son’s wife (aka my second cousin’s wife aka my cousin-in-law).
Copper Rose does online sales on Facebook nearly every day.
I know I can’t really be over it, because this whole coronavirus thing will likely be part of our lives for some time to come. But I can feel over it. And I can scream it to the world in the form of a hot pink shirt. Then, I will continue to be responsible, wear my mask and wash my hands, and hope better summer days are on the horizon.
This old dogwood tree is one block from us. I’ve walked by it many, many times. I’ve taken pictures of it many, many times, mainly because I’m intrigued by the woodpecker hole just above eye level and the fungi growing all around it.
Yesterday, I was out for a walk with Annabelle when one of our neighbors told me (from six-feet away) there was a woodpecker nest inside it!
Take a listen to the babies.
Seriously, is this not the coolest thing???! I was having an extremely blah day until the second I heard these baby birds. And then my day turned around.
I tried to peep inside the hole, but couldn’t see in. I walked all around the tree—there’s another hole on the opposite side. But the babies are safely tucked inside. It’s like the whole tree is vibrating.
You can bet I’ll be watching this tree for the foreseeable future.
Rest in Peace
Last week I found a dead bird beneath the bird feeder. I made a note to dispose of the poor thing, and then forgot about it. Later, I noticed Annabelle in the yard doing this thing she does when she’s trying to bury a bone underneath a blanket on the couch. She pushes the blanket around with her nose, moving it this way and that, until she covers the bone well enough.
I remembered the dead bird and ran over, hoping she wasn’t eating it.
Annabelle had been working hard to bury it.
Two months ago, we had scattered straw in the yard to protect the clover seed we’d sowed. Although the straw had mostly disappeared into the yard, Annabelle found and pushed pieces around to cover the little bird. And then she sat beside it looking worried.
Or maybe she was burying it like a bone she might return to later. But I choose to believe she was giving it a proper burial. Annabelle is sweet that way.
And then John found a sturdy old chain.
See where John was digging? That’s where he found the chain, and there’s something more down there. He broke the shovel trying to get it out. The chain was obviously attached to whatever it is, possibly the door to another world. A treasure chest. A Civil War relic.
To be continued…
Things Momma Says
If you think about it, Asian people are smart. They’ve been wearing masks for years.
Thanks for reading another Sunday Letter, friends.
Wishing you a calm, safe week, one that brings beautiful weather, good news, and lots of positive vibes.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
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