ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Lewis Carroll said, “Man is an animal who writes letters.” Last year I vowed to write 52 handwritten letters. Seemed like a fabulous idea at the time. A few people have asked me how I did with my letter writing. My answer depends upon whether you are a half-full or half-empty sort of person.Continue Reading
Dear December,
You’re here!? You slipped in the back door while I was struggling to wrap my brain around the way autumn suddenly became buried in wet and cold. Did we skip September? Does anyone remember anything about October other than the massive amounts of Halloween candy we accidentally ate?
Summer is a complete blur.
But now you’re here, December, and you bring all the emotions. All the memories.Continue Reading
Dear August,
You were in my dream last night. We were hiking along the shore together at sunrise. Above the treeline, the sky flushed pink like champagne.
August, you’re here already? I asked. That was quick!
You answered only in the humid breeze.Continue Reading
