ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
This past week has been hotter than a pepper sprout. Really, it’s the humidity that’s been blanket-thick here where I live.
Bottom line…
Just forget about the hairdo.
Thank goodness we went to the lake before this heat and humidity settled in like an old man in a horrible mood.?Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Tomorrow is July. Can you believe it?
Today my niece and nephew turn 19. I can’t believe that either.
I woke with a horrible headache this morning, probably because time is flying so quickly my brain is spinning inside my skull. Hopefully not, but that’s how it feels.
I’m drinking coffee and trying to ignore it because I have lots going on today.
Dear Sunday Letter Readers,
Here in northwest Arkansas we had thunderstorms all night; it’s still storming, and there’s rain in the forecast all day. Rolling, booming thunder, the good sleeping sort except when it’s too loud and too much, which was last night. I woke up every hour it seemed. Now here I am drinking coffee, listening to the storms, writing this letter to you.
We survived soggy spring to see stormy summer? Hopefully not.
I’m exaggerating a bit. Since summer’s arrival, we have had several warm, hair-frizzingly humid days. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for more sunshine. A whole week in a row of sunshine. Maybe two. Three? Hold the frizz, please.Continue Reading
