ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Hi! I hope your last few days have been as wonderful as mine.
The past week brought ideal growing conditions for the garden. It was a fabulous birding week at our feeders. And, my son came for an unexpected visit. (He came for grad school classes, and we were the bonus—ha!)
He’s still here now.
In case you can’t tell, I’m floating around like milkweed fluff, a happy momma after a heart-happy week.
There’s great power in porch flowers, y’all.
Last week, I finally planted flowers in the pots around my front porch. As fast as spring seemed to arrive, I waited and waited before filling my front porch containers. Our temperatures kept dipping, and I didn’t want tender buds to suffer from cold weather. (And I didn’t want to cover them.)
This doesn’t mean for the last three months I haven’t been torturing myself by visiting all the area nurseries, lusting over flats of red geraniums, drooling over pea green foliage, inhaling the perfume of already open rose blossoms. Because I have been. It’s part of my early spring survival plan.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Happy Mother’s Day to all those who mother! Mothers have all the essential jobs. They dry tears, provide motivation, feather nests (and later push us from the nest)—teaching, encouraging, scolding, doing all the things that keep the world spinning.
Y’all know how special my Momma is. Even within the space of my short Sunday Letters, she keeps all of us laughing. (You should be with her in person.)
😂
