ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Hello FIFTY-FIVE, and happy birthday to me. Today I’m celebrating another trip around the sun. I happen to love birthdays, and I’m not one of those people who despairs over her age, BUT, I do declare there seems to be something a wee bit supernatural going on. I mean, the orbit is the same each year yet the ride whips by more quickly.
Doesn’t it?Continue Reading
It’s true, watermelon is my spirit fruit. But first, Happy Sunday and Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there in the blog-o-sphere. (Yes, if you are reading this, you are part of the blog-o-sphere ???. ) I may as well confess right off, this post really isn’t about anything in particular. It’s more of an update. Let’s pretend we are chatting over a cup of coffee, glass of tea, or whatever your drink of choice may be.
I won’t judge.
So what’s up with you? Tell me in the comments if you’d like.
In my world, a few really fun things happened last week.Continue Reading
Today will not be perfect. But within this imperfect day, there will be snippets of perfection. That’s what I’ve come to expect. It’s what I believe and notice. I thought about this as I pulled weeds and came upon this pansy smiling at me, expecting nothing at all, barely even asking for soil.
I thought about this earlier, as I made breakfast. I’d already written for an hour or two. I easily lose track of time until the dogs remind me, or I discover I need food.
John and I enjoyed near perfect breakfasts while in Iceland. I can duplicate that at home. Sort of.
Everything looks super perfect on social media. We post our best pictures, clean homes, good hair days. I’m guilty of it, not because I want to reflect perfection. Rather, I imagine folks would prefer to see flowers blooming than the weeds mushrooming along my drive.
Believe me, I have weeds.
And I look at them plenty. I spend time nearly every day pulling them. Continue Reading
