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ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

THIS TREE. The most beautiful thing I saw all week.

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THIS TREE. I’m not kidding. This was the most incredible thing I saw last week.

THIS TREE lives on our block. I’ve probably walked underneath it at least two thousand times since I moved to Fayetteville. And I notice it nearly every single time I walk underneath it because there’s a perfectly round hole about ten feet up the trunk. The hole is more like a woodpecker hole than a Boo Radley hole. There’s a distinct difference, you know.

This old tree continues to grow no matter what’s going on in our town or in our state or in our country or in our world. Continue Reading

Sunday Letter: 06.14.2020

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Sunday Letter

Good morning Sunday Letter friends,

It has been another blur of a week. I’ve been working on my next writing project and doing a little gardening. Unfortunately, the Japanese beetles are out in full force eating away on our knockout roses. Every morning and every evening just before sunset, I pick off as many as I can, drowning them in a bucket of soapy water.

I seriously think we will take out our roses this winter and plant a less disease prone variety, or something native. Our roses look absolutely gorgeous for about three weeks in early spring, and then become the bane of my existence.

I exaggerate a tad, but not really.

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Sunday Letter: 06.07.2020

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Sunday Letter

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

This has been a sad couple of weeks. I try not to get political on social media, but for me, what’s going on in our country has moved beyond the political to the human. Between the pandemic and the tragedy of George Floyd’s death, I’ve been at a loss over what to say. Saying nothing seems wrong. Continuing on with my typical posts about what’s growing in my garden and cooking on my stove rings hollow and insignificant.

I hate how divided our country has become. I’ve begun to question whether or not we will come through this without losing bits of ourselves and many of our friends. While I don’t expect everyone to believe the same things, I have always believed that deep down we are more alike than different.

Lately, I’ve begun to question that as well.Continue Reading

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