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Sunday Letter: July 2024

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Dear Sunday Letter friends,

Once Independence Day is behind us, I imagine we are coasting on the downhill side of the summer Ferris wheel. How did that happen already?

Our 4th of July celebration started with a yummy potluck with friends (is there anything better?) and ended with the most delightful sort of fireworks—the rumble of thunder, a lightning show, and much-needed RAIN! Until the rain, the temperature was downright rude. Since the rain, we’ve had a pleasant cool down. I think we might survive summer.Continue Reading

Sunday Letter: June 2024

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Dear Sunday Letter friends:

Oops—my Sunday Letter for June is quite tardy. My goal is to post on the first Sunday of each month, but last Sunday I was traveling back from Austin after a whirlwind weekend. We went to celebrate our daughter, Kelsey, who was an Austin Under 40 Finalist.

What an honor to be nominated❣
What an honor to be her mother❣

All the accomplished and inspirational nominees give me hope for the future.

You know what? It’s been a minute since I attended a black-tie event, and that was fun too. For real, if i’m not writing, I’m working (aka, playing) in the garden. The garden has been my natural habitat for many moons, as evidenced in the first picture. ✨

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Sunday Letter ~ May 2024

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Dear Sunday Letter friends,

Don’t you just love May? While I don’t know the history behind the maypole, I love the idea of it, girls dressed in floaty, flouncy dresses wrapping Easter-colored ribbons around and around and under and over. Hair woven with flowers—clover and daisies and baby’s breath.

May feeds me and fuels me; fills me now with words to use later. If I could, I would spend all of my time crawling on my hands and knees looking for every tiny change in each plant budding and blooming. (I do spend quite a bit of time doing this very thing—ha.)

The past few weeks have been excellent for migration. We’ve had goldfinches and rose-breasted grosbeaks at our feeder (always a thrill!), and the monarchs have been passing through laying eggs on our milkweed. Yay!

I know Christmas wears the moniker of being the most wonderful time of the year, but really, spring is hard to top.

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