Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Today’s post is a mishmash of gardening and digging with a childhood trip to China. Flat Earthers, don’t bother to read the last part because you just won’t relate… Continue Reading
ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Today’s post is a mishmash of gardening and digging with a childhood trip to China. Flat Earthers, don’t bother to read the last part because you just won’t relate… Continue Reading
Here in Arkansas (and all around) we are soaking up spring on this May Day. Literally. This morning in Fayetteville, we are under a flash flood watch, a lightning watch, and several tornado watches/warnings just ended.
And, this storm is headed to the delta.
Say it with me…Rain, rain go away. Farmers need to plant today.
We can only soak up so much spring rain before it overflows everywhere. You know?
I love our kitchen. The longer we live in this house, the more deeply I believe it is one of my favorite places anywhere. I love it not only for its expansive windows that look out over our backyard (the space where we spend most of our free time), but also because it’s the room that holds so much tradition. If a house has a soul, its core is rooted in the kitchen.
Don’t you agree?
I thought about this recently as we prepared our Easter meal. We kept it simple this year, deciding on ribs with all the trimmings. Yes, it may have been more typical of a 4th of July picnic, but no one seemed to mind. Our kitchen comes with no rules, other than that one rule standard for all southern kitchens—we don’t want anyone to leave hungry.Continue Reading