ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends~
Did you remember to spring forward this morning? It seems like a whole month has passed since my last Sunday Letter, but lo, it has only been one week (and an hour). And in that time, the neighborhood daffodils have exploded.
Yay for that.
Dear Sunday Letter friends~
One of the things I love about living in northwest Arkansas is we have four distinct seasons every year. And sometimes, we even enjoy all four seasons in four consecutive days.
‘Enjoy’ is probably not the best verb.
Sun. Thunderstorms. Drizzle. Tornadic Winds. Freezing Fog. Hail. Record heat. Ummm, yes, it’s no wonder our plants are a tad bit confused.
The good news is each day—cold, crazy, or otherwise—brings us that much closer to🌷S P R I N G🌷.
😎
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
February is flying by in typical short-month fashion. And you know what that means, right? Spring is almost here.
Some days we get a spring teaser, called ‘false spring days’ by Hemingway, and aren’t they so welcomed? I’m sure we will have a few more gray drizzly wintry days, but the false spring days help me get through the end of winter.
No matter what Mother Nature throws our way, the crocus know! Spring is only 29 days away.
