ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Since last week’s letter, I’ve been to Little Rock and back for the annual Farm Bureau convention. It was a real honor for me to speak at the Women’s Leadership Luncheon. If anyone from Farm Bureau happens to be reading this—thank you again for the invite!
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
