ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Hi! I hope your last few days have been as wonderful as mine.
The past week brought ideal growing conditions for the garden. It was a fabulous birding week at our feeders. And, my son came for an unexpected visit. (He came for grad school classes, and we were the bonus—ha!)
He’s still here now.
In case you can’t tell, I’m floating around like milkweed fluff, a happy momma after a heart-happy week.
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.
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
We only have two more weeks in this decade. I say this only because everywhere I turn I see these sorts of announcements—last full moon of the decade! — last Christmas of the decade! — last fill-in-the-blank of the decade!
Ha.
We could play this game for the rest of the year.
Last Sunday Letter of the decade?
Maybe. Maybe not.
It’s always a game-time decision for me.
