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Dear Santa – My Christmas Wish List

December 23, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

I’ve been thinking about my Christmas wish list. A list with a bit less. A list with a bit more.

Moving from Dallas to Fayetteville put me in touch (literally) with every single item we have collected through the years. Every juice glass and dinner plate I carefully packed in wrapping paper. Every dirty garden tool—many duplicates because you can’t have too many garden tools. Every book—those memorized and those waiting to be read—every candle stub and picture frame. Every Dallas Mavericks t-shirt. Every.Single.Thing.

So.

This year’s list is different. I’m still too close to the move to get excited about anything new, other than the fence going up in my backyard. Plus, I need nothing.

I want less.

Less hustle and bustle.

Less stress over selecting the perfect gifts.

Less glitter and glitz and jingle all the way.

Less casseroles on the Christmas buffet.

Less.Less.Less.

Yet I wish for more.

More peace and quiet and relief for those struggling to survive each day. More time with family and friends and people who make me laugh until my sides hurt. More flickering candlelight and fireside chats. More silent nights spent wrapped in a good book, warmed by faithful dogs curled at my feet.

On a cold December morning, I want to walk through the woods and enjoy the raw, silver beauty of winter.

I want to watch for Santa’s sleigh among stars that went dark long ago.

This Christmas, I want to hear heaven and nature sing.

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Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

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Musical Pairing:

Pentatonix – White Winter Hymnal

a good sort of chaos

September 25, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

Today marks one week since we officially moved to Fayetteville. Even though we’ve only been here one week and things are chaotic, it’s a fun chaos. Stuff is spread everywhere. The whole process is a jigsaw puzzle. What fits where? This house is a bit smaller than Worth Street. Smaller is good.

Yes, that’s a cornucopia in the middle of my table…

We should have been caterers. Seriously. We have every style and type platter, serving piece, decanter, pitcher, crystal, china, candlestick, mercy… and for every season. Luckily, we have a fantastic pantry. This is my first official pantry ever. There’s great storage for all that china we never use, because in reality we aren’t caterers and probably never will be.

With each unpacked box, the house feels more like home. Especially the book boxes. And even though I was the person who packed the books in Dallas, there are more than I realized. Today I hope to finish the library. Yes, we have an entire room devoted to books. You know I love love love that. (Reveal coming up.)

We’ve carved out time for fun too. Saturday afternoon, we walked to the Razorback game. Being able to walk to the stadium is a huge bonus. No parking worries!

In fact, we’ve walked to the grocery store, lunch on Dickson Street, post office, farmer’s market, etc. The early fall weather is perfect. Trees are beginning to turn with splotches of bright orange in uppermost branches.

We sleep with the windows open and the attic fan roaring overhead. The sky is painted with stars, yet our neighborhood is dark. Much darker than Dallas. We go to bed exhausted, sleep all night (including Lucy and Annabelle who are typically up and down and up and down) and awake to a chilly forty-nine degrees. Love it!

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

a rare august storm

August 17, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

On this Sunday morning, we are in the midst of an amazing, unusual August storm. Rolling thunder moves from one side of the house to the other. The air is electrified. I feel the couch tremble as another wave begins.

Flashes of lightening brighten the dimly lit room where I sit. John, Lucy and Annabelle sleep extra late, lulled by the glorious storm.

I write. But mostly I listen.