ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
As farmers work another harvest, I thought it would be fun to share a few vintage harvest photos from our family farm. Something odd to me—none of these pictures are dated. There are no dates printed on the white borders by Kodak or scribbled on the back in Momma’s handwriting…
What’s up with that?
Based on the various photograph styles, I’m guessing these pictures span the early 1960s through the mid-1970s.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
I woke this morning unsure of my whereabouts. LOL. In the past ten days, I’ve been driving all over the state, sleeping in a hotel, a bed and breakfast, my childhood home (aka the Bat Cave), and now, at my friend’s home in Jonesboro.
I’ll be glad to sleep in my own bed tonight.Continue Reading
One of my favorite things to do when I go home to northeast Arkansas is to spend time walking around the farm. Timing is the secret to a successful farm walk. The ideal spring farm walk must be wedged between monsoon-like floods, the beginning of mosquito season, winds roaring in from Midland, Texas, Oz-ish tornadoes, and blistering hot sun.
Last week, I managed one farm walk before the rain moved in, unpacked its bags, and stayed for a long weekend. One good walk is enough to re-set my body head to toe. One good walk clears my mind of clutter and allows important things to filter back in. One farm walk and all is well. Everything is as it’s meant to be.
Wanna walk with me? Come along and I’ll include a tour through the eyes of Gracie Lee. (Who’s Gracie Lee? Click HERE.)
Ready, set, and…
