ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear July,
We meet again.
Me? I’m a year older than the last time we spoke.
You? You never seem to change. For the most part, you’re still bright and sunny. A hot tamale for sure.
Me? I have a few more wrinkles in a few more places. Ironic that we can attribute some of that to you. Haha. No, really.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter Faithful,
(Portions of this post are sponsored by Cobblestone Farms. Opinions are my own.)
I always start summer with a mile-high list of dreamy things I plan to do yet life soaks up bits and pieces of my days, and here I sit with coffee in hand wondering what on earth happened to July?
Just yesterday, we were talking about those days when we bravely shot Roman candles with young, bare hands. Today, our thoughts vault to back-to-school and football. Well, mine have.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
The way I see it, part of my responsibility is to remind you of the date. When time passes as fast as ice cream melts, it’s easy to think we’re still hanging out in April. But today is the first day of July. Hang on. As of today, we’re officially sliding down the backside of 2018. Baseball is behind us (Hogs had an amazing season!), and for the foreseeable future, there’s nothing ahead but burning pavement.Continue Reading
