ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Hey, hey, I hope everyone is doing well. I’m great, other than I’m still super annoyed about the Razorback loss to Auburn yesterday. I’m typically not a sore loser. I promise, I’m not.
Let’s just not discuss it.
But seriously, that ridiculous call… ¯\_( ͡❛ ෴ ͡❛)_/¯
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Hallelujah! I think a gorgeous fall may be unfolding here in the Ozarks. It seems a safe prediction based on the leaves in the picture above. I took this picture three days ago in our neighborhood. I don’t know why the sight of turning leaves thrills me, but it does.
The first thing I do to welcome a new season is to switch out my front door wreath. I did that this week, but I’ve not bought any pumpkins yet. Some of my neighbors started really early this year, stacking pumpkins on their porches two or three weeks ago. Anything to move on through 2020? I think that must be the consensus.
Bottom line=> Fall is here and these cooler days feel like blessed salvation to me.Continue Reading
Happy Labor Day weekend to my Sunday Letter readers.
This year at our house, Labor Day weekend looks like any other weekend. Maybe you have something entertaining on your agenda? If so, please share in the comments so we can all join you. Virtually of course.
Often during this strange year, I’ve longed to be traveling someplace, someplace with a beach or lake or even a swimming hole, someplace different from today’s normal. Back to yesteryear or ahead to a time when life is more settled. Other times, most times, I’m extremely grateful to live in a comfortable home in a safe community, coexisting with both nature and kind people who are trying to change things for the better. Continue Reading
