ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter readers,
We spent the 4th of July weekend in Austin with our daughter and son-in-law. We’ve not done much traveling since the pandemic, and it was marvelous to get away. It was especially fabulous to see Kelsey and Preston! We packed lots of greatness in three days including food, family time, music, sightseeing, and even some gardening.
Seriously, Austin has the best of everything.
Dear Sunday Letter Readers,
Today’s Sunday Letter is a wonder, not because it’s exceptionally marvelous or anything. Not at all. The fact that it exists is the small miracle. All throughout the past week, I’ve been overly confused about the day. Tuesday felt like Wednesday. Wednesday was Thursday in my mind. On Friday morning, John asked me, “Is today Wednesday or Thursday.” See? It wasn’t just me. Our whole week was weird.
For the most part, I’ve been tied to my desk working on my book. Maybe that’s the reason for my confused state. Or maybe it’s the horrid humidity.
Yesterday, I did spend a few hours in Bentonville at Megaphone Summit (an influencer conference). The highlight for me was seeing some of the original Arkansas blogger ladies I met when I first began this blogging adventure. And by the way, I heard someone refer to me as “one of the old bloggers”—LOL—that’s true in more ways than one.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
