ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Happy Mother’s Day to all those who mother! Mothers have all the essential jobs. They dry tears, provide motivation, feather nests (and later push us from the nest)—teaching, encouraging, scolding, doing all the things that keep the world spinning.
Y’all know how special my Momma is. Even within the space of my short Sunday Letters, she keeps all of us laughing. (You should be with her in person.)
😂
I didn’t do as much reading in April as I would have liked. When the garden calls, reading takes a back seat to weeding and planting and mulching. Still, I managed to squeeze in a few pages.
From the islands of the Pacific Northwest to the swamps of South Carolina, I met immigrants and foster children, the homeless and reckless and those simply treading water. Oh wait, that’s all of us, right?
I hope my April book reviews stir your interest and maybe even send you off to the local library or indie bookstore. A girl can’t garden 24-7.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
As I look back over the past two weeks, I realize I’ve been riding an emotional rollercoaster. Along with life events, even the weather has delivered a series of highs and lows. In a matter of hours we went from near 80 degrees to snowfall (!). A few days later, tornado warnings covered our area as storms passed through. I’m sure the flora and fauna are weary too.
Isn’t this all part of gardening though?
All part of life?
Highs and lows make me more appreciative of the in-between days, the early mornings when I walk through the garden with a cup of coffee, the quiet nights spent lost inside a good book. How about you?
