Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Today I’m send you a quick Mother’s Day message with greetings from Lake Norfork!
I’m at the lake with my mother and sister and niece for a few days. Continue Reading
Sunday Letter: 05.10.2020
Sunday Letter: 05.03.2020
Sunday Letter Time…
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
I can’t believe we are into May already. What a strange year so far. Yesterday was our #StayHome day 50! It has been 50 days since we ate at a restaurant or went anywhere that didn’t involve (essential to us) errands.
I read an article yesterday that explained why time feels so warped right now. For me, time is flying by. Because my world has narrowed and every day looks and feels the same, there is nothing all that significant happening to mark time. In this case, with nothing notable to distinguish one day from another, the weeks disappear quickly.
Those who are busy juggling the tasks of teaching kids at home while working remotely may feel the opposite, like time is dragging.
Anyway, I thought it provided good insight into the perception of time. How has time been passing for you?Continue Reading
Dear May,
Dear May,
I breathe in your pea green freshness. I crawl on my hands and knees looking for every tiny change in each plant pushing through the soil.
May is for feeling alive. (This May, in particular, we need you.)
I think of May Day and may poles and while I don’t know the history behind it all, I like the idea. Girls dressed in floaty, flouncy dresses wrapping Easter-colored ribbons around and around and under and over. Hair woven with flowers—clover and daisies and baby’s breath.
Everything is good and light on this May Day morning. The sky is new, silvery blue and full of easy.
May feeds me.
Fuels me.
Fills with now with words to use later.
Happy May, friends!
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Musical Pairing:
The Beatles – I Want to Hold Your Hand
