Dear Sunday Letter friends —
I can’t believe how long it’s been since my last Sunday Letter, but I’m still here. And I have an announcement…🎉
ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends —
I can’t believe how long it’s been since my last Sunday Letter, but I’m still here. And I have an announcement…🎉
Wanna hear a garden secret?
A rainy day might be the very best day to visit your local botanical garden. 🌧️
My husband and I recently spent a rainy morning at the Botanical Garden of the Ozarks. After months of drought conditions, the rain felt less like an inconvenience and more like an invitation to step outside and celebrate. So that’s exactly what we did. ☔
It turned out to be one of our favorite garden visits.
Most people plan garden outings around sunshine and blue skies. We do too. But after experiencing the garden in the rain, I’ve come to appreciate a different kind of beauty. There’s a special magic that reveals itself when raindrops begin to fall.
Rain reveals the soul of a garden.
This is a super short Sunday Letter. Various distractions, website issues, and general busyness sent me veering off track. You may even wonder why I interrupted your serene Sunday morning for so little content. To this I say—Happy Thanksgiving! The truth is I couldn’t let one of the best weeks of the year to pass without at least a nod and a wave. A reminder that sometimes less really is more. That even if your mashed potatoes are lumpy and you forget the cranberry sauce altogether, it will be okay.
Thanksgiving season reminds me to look around, take stock, and say thank you—for the people at my table, the memories tucked into old recipe cards, and the simple grace woven into ordinary days.