ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Buying local gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling. I’ve always thought it would be cool to have a little roadside produce stand where I’d sell home grown tomatoes and okra and fragrant lavender from my garden. It would be shaded by one massive oak tree and my wooden tables would be covered with vintage oilcloths. For me, stopping at farm fresh produce stands is like buying cookies from a girl scout—impossible not to do.Continue Reading
P I C T U R E D: chasing after summer
With only twelve days left until the official start of fall, I find myself chasing after summer. Hanging on. Thinking back. Wondering if I did everything I planned. (Of course I didn’t.)
As much as I look forward to cooler weather and pumpkins on my front porch, I feel a bit sad about saying goodbye to the ease that comes with slow, warm days. Maybe it’s because each summer zips by faster than the one before. Or because I’ve been missing my kids and feeling like, these days, families are simply too spread out.Continue Reading
Dear September,
To say I am excited to see you would be an understatement. You, my friend, mark the beginning of change. Change of season, change of attitude, change in the colors outside my kitchen window.
A new box of crayons, that’s what I crave. An entire package of number two pencils. And paper clips for clipping things and a ruler for marking off the days until that first true cold snap.Continue Reading
