ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Just like that, the sticky scratchy summer blanket of heat has been lifted away for a while. And I’m remembering fall.
A different fall.
I am magically transported to a certain time when I lived with my friends on the surface of life, and each day began with a what-will-we-do-today freshness. Continue Reading
Fall hangs just around the corner. I sense it in the breeze and especially in the shade when we walk Lucy and Annabelle. The leaves are beginning to change on the trees in Northwest Arkansas, and this makes me so-so-SO happy.
If fall was a place, I’d look forward to returning each year, excited to see familiar sights and inhale familiar smells. I’d sit on the back porch and drink it in slowly with crushed ice and fresh lemon and mint from the garden.Continue Reading
Yesterday an hour before sunset, Lucy, Annabelle and I went for an afternoon walk. The dreamy light provided a natural picture-taking filter, like garden music I could almost hear and definitely see. The Headquarters House is only one block from our house. Filled with old-fashioned flowers and green space, we pretend it’s our own park and ignore the thick, humid air this time of year.
It’s hard to believe a place filled with such peace and beauty was the site of the Battle of Fayetteville. The Headquarters House served as base for both Union and Confederate soldiers during the Civil War. Continue Reading
