ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Have you noticed the date? One month til Christmas. I’m over here in denial still with leftover cranberry sauce in my fridge.
Actually, I’m in Texas writing from the super-cool NYLO Hotel at Legacy (Plano). Oh my goodness, I’m loving this modern, loft-style hotel. Two thumbs up from me!
Our first official week in our new (old) home was busy and often overwhelming, yet filled with happy-to-be-back-in-Arkansas simple pleasures. Simple pleasures worth recapping now to remember later…
Cool, fall weather. Chilly mornings, perfect afternoons. Sleeping with the windows open. What can I say, fall is my favorite season! I bought my first pumpkin:)
Lots of long walks. Lucy and Annabelle are dog tired by day’s end. John and I enjoyed walking to the square and farmer’s market, Dickson Street for lunch, and Razorback Stadium. Living in a walkable town is such a bonus.
Farmer’s Market, Fayetteville, Arkansas
I am thankful for the luxury of time. Time to unpack boxes and arrange things we’ve collected through the years. Even with all the chaos, there was time to think and talk about planning our yard and garden.
Beans and Cornbread. Cooking my first meal in the house felt good and right. Brown beans and skillet cornbread – yum!
Television. After two visits from AT&T UVerse (never fun), we had television just in time to watch college football. The Razorbacks didn’t fare so well, but my Baylor Bears looked strong! Supporting multiple teams is a good thing.
Ice Cream. Last summer thanks to Yarnell’s and Arkansas Women Bloggers, I won a free half-gallon of ice cream. I finally collected it. I chose Ozark Black Walnut. Yummy! Yarnell’s is an Arkansas tradition.
What simple pleasures did you enjoy last week?
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
“I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
