ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
If spring were a song, the deep base notes would be the thunderstorms that recently rolled over our rooftop. Rainwater makes the spring colors pop even more brilliantly than before. The trees are budding bright and fresh, the tight dogwoods blossoms are beginning to burst open, and even the bearded irises have started blooming.
Simply going for a walk and noticing such wonder is cheerful thing.Continue Reading
Happy Second Day of Spring! On this second Day of Spring (note my use of capitalization as though each day of spring is a holiday) I bring you pictures from the First Day of Spring. A delayed broadcast of sorts. After a weekend spent at the Jonquil Festival in Washington, Arkansas, I’m running behind on unpacking, laundry, writing, grocery shopping, most everything. Everything other than spending time outside which is what I found myself doing yesterday.
One of the first things I do when I return home from a trip is inspect my garden. I can’t wait to see what’s blooming, what’s changed, what’s new.
Do you do this?
I was only out of town four days. But this time of year, four garden days equals lots of beauty and growth.Continue Reading
Yesterday was a such perfect day because we spent it working in the yard, and there’s nothing much better than a breezy, sunny, pre-spring day digging in the dirt. (After having been under the weather for several days, I was extra grateful to feel energetic.) John raked and bagged while I cleaned out the front beds. We have so many trees all around which means lots of sticks, especially since the Northwest Arkansas wind of late seems to blow West Texas strong.
What a fun thing, pulling away last summer’s brittle debris and seeing signs of growth, purple hosta shoots poking through the soil, feathery coreopsis spreading beneath winter’s dry blanket.
When my sister and I were kids, our job was mowing the yard each Saturday, an all afternoon affair which began with picking up sticks, then mowing circles around the trees with the push mower (a job no one liked), and then finally cutting the grass with the riding John Deere (of course) mower.Continue Reading
