ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
The way I see it, part of my responsibility is to remind you of the date. When time passes as fast as ice cream melts, it’s easy to think we’re still hanging out in April. But today is the first day of July. Hang on. As of today, we’re officially sliding down the backside of 2018. Baseball is behind us (Hogs had an amazing season!), and for the foreseeable future, there’s nothing ahead but burning pavement.Continue Reading
Today I’m sending a Sunday Postcard instead of a letter. I just got home from a week at the lake, and I’m not organized enough to write a letter. Still, I wanted to say hi.
Postcards are a fun way to send greetings, a small slice of travel delivered to someone’s mailbox.
When I was a kid, I loved to send postcards to friends when I was away on summer vacation. Or I sent them back home to my parents and little sister from camp.
Did you?
There wasn’t much room on the card to write all my exciting travel news, but I always ended with wish you were here.
Even when I didn’t.
Who wanted their parents tagging along to cheerleader camp?
Not me.
Another thing about the postcard…usually I arrived home before my postcard.
Sorry I cheated this week.
Longer letter later!
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Musical Pairing:
Brett Young, Sunday of the Lake
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Summer begins this week! Spring? I hardly knew you. Spring flew by fast as lightning. Don’t you agree? I’m a summer girl, born in July. I love the goodness summertime brings.
