ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Today marks the last day of August which means book reviews for you. In this group of August reads, I found two new-to-me authors that I’m adding to my list of all-time favorites.
I read tales of historical war-time fiction, a classic barnyard fable, shenanigans set in a Louisiana swamp, a weighty tragedy in a Swedish hockey town. Such a rich collection here!
In no particular order…
Last week I was in the mood for pasta. AND I was determined to make use of the bumper crop of fresh basil growing in my herb garden. It’s been a stellar summer for herb-growing, and I refuse to let a single leaf go to waste. So I whipped up a delicious platter of pappardelle with fresh pesto and chicken.
Pesto is easy to make. After tasting the homemade version, you’ll never buy pesto from a jar again. Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Have you been outside this morning? Here in Fayetteville, the new morning feels flapjack flat, sketched onto paper with muted colored pencils, moist as a rung-out dishrag used to wipe down kitchen counters. Yes, it’s going to be another don’t-bother-with-your-hair sort of day.
Just like yesterday.
Even though hot and humid is my least favorite type of weather, I’ll gladly accept it and try my best to do something creative with it. With yesterday’s passing of Senator John McCain, we are reminded once again how life grows shorter and shorter. We can’t be picky, but we can choose what we do with each limited, beautiful day.
Right?
