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Sunday Letter: 01.31.2021

January 31, 2021 By Talya Tate Boerner

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

Well, well, well, here we are at the end of another fast-as-a-freight-train month. Spring really will be here before we know it. I look for it every day.

Yesterday I checked to see if our crocus was blooming, but saw no sign yet. I did notice our tulips are beginning to pop through the soil. Seems early but with February greeting us, I guess it isn’t.

I organized my seed drawer and discovered I collect seeds the way I collect books. Maybe this year I’ll get more of them in the ground.

Sunday Letter: 01.24.2021

January 24, 2021 By Talya Tate Boerner

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

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I woke up this morning thinking about how when we were kids, Momma always said GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY. That was the mantra of mothers all across the country. We played outside most days when the weather was good, and sometimes when the weather wasn’t. Wouldn’t the world would be a better place if we would all make it a point to spend more time outside?

Playing. Walking. Soaking up sunshine and fresh air. Bird-watching. Cloud-watching. Watching anything other than constant news.

I know some people can’t go outside and play because of illness or other reason, but if we would all stop stewing about the past and start dreaming of the future, I tend to believe our days would look brighter.

Last week, the inauguration occurred without incident. I hope for the sake of our nation, we can move forward and heal.

Two other notable things happened at our house: Gracie got her first haircut, and I finished the first round of edits for my next book!

Sunday Letter: 01.17.2021

January 17, 2021 By Talya Tate Boerner

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

After a cold week of snow, brooding clouds, dark skies with only a sliver of moon, a little sunshine (I think), and lots of wind stirring up dry leaves that hitchhike into the kitchen via two schnauzers who are in and out, in and out, we greet another Sunday morning.

Whew.

I was glad to see 2020 end, but honestly, I’ll be glad to have January behind us too. Seeing all the troops in Washington DC is surreal. The current state of our nation is surreal. I pray for calmer days ahead.

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