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ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

getting organized in the new year!

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Yesterday I spent the entire day getting my home office organized while my blog migrated from Blogger to WordPress.  (Most of you won’t care about this, but you bloggers will… It was like waiting for my child’s fever to break. IAmNoComputerProgramer, and this whole process has been nerve-wracking for me…)

Since I was tied to my computer anyway, I sorted stacks and stacks of paperwork organizing everything into my new cool files. They make me happy.

getting organized - desk for 2014

I cleaned my chalkboard wall and erased  last year’s completed lists or abandoned ideas in favor of a fresh slate. This is where I write story and blog ideas, lists, inspirational quotes, etc. (It is still wet in the picture and looks a bit strange…)

getting organized - chalkboard paint wall

 

And I shredded tons of paper—pages and pages of my book rough draft, thousands of words written last year.

And I worked on taxes.

This morning my blog is up and running (although it no doubt needs tweaking), and my desk is organized. 

Whew!

Happy Weekend.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

 

farm girl sledding…

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Snow fell during the
night like a secret,
our morning a surprise, a
winter wonderland.

No school for days and days,
sometimes even weeks.
Dusty, bumpy gravel roads
hidden, clean, tucked
beneath flat white sheets.

Conditions too hazardous
for Mr. Robinson’s
school bus proved ideal
on a hubcap sled chained
behind Daddy’s farm truck.

No rules, no roads,
shallow ditches and
summer fields transformed
into our slippery playground.

I couldn’t feel my nose,
but miles from the world
my heart soared.

this is how we country girls sled…
morgueFile xBlackxCreedx

talya

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Musical Pairing:

Hazy Shade of Winter, Simon and Garfunkel

My Little Sister

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Curled inside my polka dot sleeping bag, I hid underneath the dining room table reading.
 
Momma said I would catch a cold lying on the floor, but the furnace warmed the air, and I was comfortable.
            
Santa brought me a whole stack of books. 
 
He brought my little sister a huge stack too.
 
Even though I was two years, nine months and seven days older, everyone—even Santa—treated us like twins and assumed we enjoyed the same things.
 
My sister would never read her new books.
 
So really I got a double stack of books, and she got shortchanged.

beanbag chairs, 1970s

talya
 
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
 
(This is also a snippet from my book, reworked to fit the prompt.)
100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

THANKS FOR READING!