ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
“I don’t care where we live, as long as our Hästens bed comes with us,” said Annabelle the white miniature schnauzer.
Happy Hump Day! (& Wordless Wednesday)
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.”
― Roger A. Caras
I wonder if a place has feelings.
Does she know we are leaving soon?
Someone new will walk her creaky floors,
sleep beneath her protective eaves.
Her wood moldings gleam.
Sunlight streams through her stained glass.
She is planted all around with flowers and shrubs,
years of devoted tending. Inside and out.
I hope she is excited.
A new family brings
renewed enthusiasm. Energy.
I wonder if a place has feelings.
Will she remember us when we are gone?
5119 Worth Street, beautiful stained glass
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.”
― Joan Didion
Musical Pairing:
Taking You With Me, Daniel Tashian & Mindy Smith
Lately my writing has taken a back seat to cleaning. Let’s face it, a potential buyer doesn’t want to open a closet and be hit in the head with a box of wrapping paper. Although I consider myself to be a tidy, organized person, over time closets become cluttered. Drawers will barely close. The whole purging process is cathartic to me. I’ve found items I thought were lost forever. Mainly I’ve discovered there are things I don’t need more of EVER. Things I didn’t realize was hoarding. Such as…
Napkins.
Paper or cloth. All occasion. I can fully outfit a baby shower with boy or girl napkins. Thanksgiving, Halloween, New Year’s Eve. Book club. Football party. And Christmas? Oh my! I love to buy Christmas napkins at after Christmas sales. Three or four or five packages, at only $1.50 who can resist? I stick them in a drawer, and the next Christmas when our small family gathers, we use maybe six napkins. Maybe. You see the problem.
Here’s a sampling.
Apparently, I also hoard cheap sunglasses. I found a drawer full.
And gloves. Leather. Cashmere. Polka dot. Ski. Fingerless. Mittens. Razorback. Hand-knitted. Every color in the crayon box. (Gardening gloves don’t count. You can’t have too many.)
Now, back to cleaning. Our house officially goes on MLS tomorrow!
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
“Don’t own so much clutter that you will be relieved to see your house catch fire.”
― Wendell Berry
Musical Pairing:
ZZ Top – Cheap Sunglasses
