Dear Sunday Letter friends,
What a sad week we’ve had. The latest school shooting in Uvalde, Texas—number 27 this year 😦—has been extra-heartbreaking to me. Hopeless. Helpless. That’s how the situation seems to me. Like we are living in a Shirley Jackson short story, waiting every day to see which unsuspecting school in which American town will draw the black spot and be number 28.
I see those sweet baby faces every time I close my eyes.
I’ve tried to stay off social media. Some of the comments in my feed annoy me to my core.
Really, I should win a free taco or something for keeping my mouth shut on Facebook.
For the love of all things holy, I don’t understand why everyone with a heartbeat isn’t willing to come together to work on a solution.
Maybe two tacos. And queso.
Today’s Sunday Letter will celebrate the week’s simple things that made me happy. Thank goodness moments of happiness are always there, scattered throughout even the gloomiest of times. It’s during those dark times, little patches of good bring the most joy.
John and I went to see the new Downton Abbey movie at the theatre. It’s the first time we’ve been to a movie since Covid began, and what a treat it was.
Yes, I sat at rapt attention, even while Maria Menounos talked about “Noovie Trivia”. Yes, I felt a thrill during every single movie preview and may have whispered, “oh, we need to go see that,” after each one, even those I probably won’t like. Yes, we ordered the largest bucket of popcorn and ate every last kernel.
I nearly cheered several times during the show.
Being back with the Crawleys in the world of Downton Abbey provided exactly the escape I needed. And those comfy movie-theater seats! I’d forgotten how wonderful they are.
After four straight days of rain, finally, on Friday, blue skies appeared.
I like a good storm, one with rolling thunder and an inch of well-needed moisture after a dry, hot spell. But days and days of drizzle gives me a case of the blahs.
Never underestimate the power of a sunny day (or the importance of a good rain gauge).
Behold my first watermelon of the season. Hitting the sweet and delicious jackpot on the very first one of the year is what I call a happy spring miracle. Usually, I eat my way through two or three tasteless melons before devouring a perfect one, but not this year. Grown in the Rio Grande Valley and purchased at Sam’s—👏👏👏— yum.
I’ve said it before, and it’s still true—watermelon is my spirit fruit. Once watermelon comes into season, I never have to wonder what to eat for breakfast or lunch. Or supper, for that matter.
We.Saw.Our.First.Lightning.Bug of the season on Friday night. And the best part, this tiny bit of magic happened while we were sitting out back with friends while eating banana pudding. I mean, seriously, it doesn’t get any better than that.
Bernice Runs Away
After so many things kept me away from finishing up my next book (mainly preparing for the garden tour), I am back working on Bernice. And man alive does it feel good. Bernice is an entertaining person to hang out with. I can’t wait for you to meet her!
BUT the minutiae involved in writing and publishing a book is a real thing.
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Things Momma Says:
I really think I could write a diet book.
Okay, friends. That’s it for this week’s ramblings (and brief ranting).
Thanks for being a regular Sunday Letter reader and for always supporting my writing. If you threw a party, invited everyone you knew, well, you see, the biggest gift would be from me.
I appreciate you!
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.