ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Today I want to show you how to repot an orchid. It pains me to imagine how many orchids I’ve killed through the years. When I was a busy banker, I truly thought orchids only bloomed once. After that, they were done.
Um, no. Like every living thing—a schnauzer puppy, a milkweed seedling, a carpet of lichen—if you learn what orchids like and treat them with a little TLC, not only will they re-bloom beautifully, but they will grow larger and thrive.
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Dear Sunday Letter friends,
After a cold week of snow, brooding clouds, dark skies with only a sliver of moon, a little sunshine (I think), and lots of wind stirring up dry leaves that hitchhike into the kitchen via two schnauzers who are in and out, in and out, we greet another Sunday morning.
Whew.
I was glad to see 2020 end, but honestly, I’ll be glad to have January behind us too. Seeing all the troops in Washington DC is surreal. The current state of our nation is surreal. I pray for calmer days ahead.
Hey Sunday Letter friends. We survived another week.
And what a terrible week it was, here in the United (um, Divided?) States of America. I continue to remind myself that we are all human, that we all have more common attributes than differences. I’ve always believed this, but man alive, I’m beginning to doubt it.
My One Little Word—faith (in people)—which I announced last week, is dangling by a gossamer thread. In fact, I think I’ll change my word to grace. I’m going to need more of it.
It’s horribly ironic to me that the attack on the Capitol building happened on Epiphany, a day that claims hope in the midst of despair.
