ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Is it just me or did the past week zoom by like a comet? If I didn’t scribble in a journal, I’d have no memory of anything from the past seven days. These days, my memory seems to exists only on paper.
My short term memory, anyway. I have no problem remembering details from forty years ago. I’m pretty sure this is a sign of my “maturity”. Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter Peeps,
Last week I had technical difficulties with my blog, but (knock-on-wood) everything is squared away. Here we are on April 8 which happens to be Draw A Picture of a Bird Day (more on this later). You may think I’m kidding, but I’m not. There’s a day set aside for nearly everything you can’t imagine.
Dear Sunday Letter Friends,
Since my last Sunday letter, the whole week blurred right on by. And what I worried might happen with these Sunday letters is about to unfold… I didn’t blog about anything all week, and now I have two back-to-back letters.
Must do better.
John and I spent a couple of days in Hot Springs. A mid-week road trip messes with my brain. I had one of those, “What day is it?” type weeks. Add this morning’s time change to the equation, and I’m really out of sync.
I’ll keep this short and sweet.
In fact, this may be more Sunday postcard than Sunday letter.Continue Reading
