ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
A few days ago, a sleepy little moth hitched a ride on John’s tennis shoe and came home with us after our morning walk. Actually, he wasn’t all that little. At first, he looked like a brittle brown leaf. Then, a butterfly? When I got a closer look, I knew he was a moth of some sort.
He clung there, exhausted.
We moved him onto the back of our wicker sofa on the porch. He fully spread his wings as though wanting to make sure we noticed his incredible markings.Continue Reading
I woke early, drank my coffee on the porch, and watched the sun begin to glide over the trees. I ate a handful of blueberries and wrote nonsense in my journal. Nonsense with a common theme—summer essentials. Things essential to my summer, either by necessity or joy.
Today is the first day of summer, y’all. So it’s the perfect time to discuss.
Whatyouwannabet many of our summer necessities overlap?
At the top of my list, I wrote a few days at the Lake. Arkansas is blessed with stunning lakes. I claim Lake Norfork, and it claims me. I’ve been coming here since I was a baby.
Something I realized while sitting on the porch and drinking my coffee and writing nonsense…When I’m able to enjoy a few days of lake time, all my other summer essentials magically fall into place.Continue Reading
You know what happens when a spring rain comes nearly every afternoon? Jurassic Garden. That’s what. Plants grow before your eyes, doubling and tripling in size. It seems like a fantastic thing. But come August, things could look primeval.
I’ve already cut back some of my flowers to give them a chance later in the summer.
Papa Creecy, who was a farmer, always said too much rain is better than watching dry crops burn in the field. That was before irrigation wells and pivots. If he were alive today, he might have a different opinion. I don’t know.
I would ask a farmer but I imagine they are too busy, too irritated, too busy, too tired, too busy to weigh in. Continue Reading
