ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends—
Reminder: two weeks ’til Christmas! 🎉
There’s no denying it at our house. We are in full Christmas mode with our tree up, amaryllis bulbs growing, poinsettias here and there, and yes, the stockings are quietly hanging by the fireplace.
AND in three short weeks, we will be greeting a brand new year. 🎆
It’s hard to believe since yesterday was Halloween, wasn’t it?
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Oh my goodness, November was a complete blur for me. And now December is here, and I want time to slow so I can savor every moment of the most wonderful time of the year.
I don’t know when I’ve been so excited for Christmas. I think attending the Christmas parade and tree lightning in Littleton, Colorado, on the day after Thanksgiving really gave me a head start. Also, because my son and daughter-in-law will be with us this Christmas, I’m over-the-moon excited.
It has been several years since either of my kids came home for Christmas. Even though we all live within a short 1.5 hour flight from each other, that often feels way too far away.
Anyway, with only 28 days left in the year(!), I hope to appreciate every little sparkly bit.
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…
