ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Three little words arranged into one short question opens up a world of memory for me. Why I garden? As I think about my love for digging in the soil, I realize even dream-like and fleeting experiences have become deeply imprinted on my mind. People, places, aromas, songs, the way our family lived as part of the land—if I dissect my memories, these glimpses of my life add up to a love of nature and gardening.
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Happy 2019! I trust you survived the holidays and are ready to settle back into some sort of productive routine. This is me trying to get back on schedule by writing my first Sunday Letter of the new year.
Thanks for checking in!
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
I’m writing this letter on the last Sunday of winter 2018. And I’d like to start by saying, thank you for reading all through the winter. We don’t say thank you often enough, you know?
The past week was a busy one for me. I won’t go into all the details, but I did lots of driving for classes and speaking engagements. Not only that, but we had Pi Day, the Ides of March, and St. Patrick’s Day to observe. Whew!
This week I’m on spring break.??? I don’t plan to leave Fayetteville proper. If I’m lucky, I’ll make some headway in editing Book Two. I know at least three people waiting to read it.Continue Reading
