ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Hey, hey Sunday Letter friends~
Did you think I had abandoned my Sunday Letters altogether? Oh, no. I have been stretched a little thin though, unable to do all the things I want to do. And my Sunday Letters have taken a back seat to activities related to Bernice Runs Away.
Everything has a season—that’s the truth. And I’m grateful for this busy book season. In the words of Annie Lennox, sweet dreams are made of this…
Happy Sunday to my Sunday Letter readers~
We’ve had a gorgeous fall week here in northwest Arkansas. I hope you’ve had a chance to get outside and enjoy the cooler weather. Over on the other side of the state, the cotton harvest on our farm has ended. Once again I am thankful to be a farm girl from Mississippi County.
Sometimes I think you have to be from a place to fully appreciate it. I also believe leaving a place helps you see the full beauty of it when you return.
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
After finally getting Bernice out into the world, I’ve tried to regroup and take care of a few things I’ve been putting off. Like getting Betty White (my car) serviced. Like finding a new dentist and doing a little volunteer work at the Headquarters House in Fayetteville (where I earn the bulk of my annual master gardener hours). Like working in my own garden that has been somewhat neglected as of late.
The weather is cool and invigorating right now, but gracious we can’t even buy a rain shower. Without a drop in over 30 days, I’m afraid our anticipated Ozark fall color will be brown and stunted instead of bright and brilliant.
Boo to that.Continue Reading
