It had been over a year since Lucy and Annabelle visited Dallas, but they traveled back for Christmas. Oh, there’s nothing quite like a holiday road trip, and the girls know when they queue into their crates, an adventure awaits. An adventure greater than a schnauzer hair appointment a short trip to the veterinarian. Thankfully, our trip was uneventful, and Annabelle didn’t get carsick (which sometimes she does). They snoozed all the way through Oklahoma, I managed to drive the speed limit, and we didn’t stop until we crossed the Red River into Texas.
I miss Dallas at Christmas
Yes, there are a few things I miss about Dallas. Especially at Christmas. Not that I don’t lovelovelove Fayetteville, because I do. But I miss Chester and his people, Harold and Gale, and other Munger Place friends too numerous to mention.
Munger Place porch parties, impromptu get togethers and holiday parties are unique and special.
Especially at Christmas.
I missed my nephew march in his first ever Christmas parade. I’m all about a Christmas parade. Shout out to Zach!
I miss Pei Wei. I do. And Scalini’s. And Tex-Mex in general. Tex-Mex is hard to come by in Fayetteville (or at least I haven’t found it yet).
I miss my rosemary plant. For the first time in at least twelve years, I had to buy rosemary at Thanksgiving. Craziness. I’ll be planting rosemary soon, but I’m not confident it will survive Northwest Arkansas winters.
I miss Northpark Mall. Although I’m not much of a shopper, I do miss Northpark.
Especially at Christmas.
Dallas, I’ll be visiting soon! But I do lovelovelove Fayetteville. Just so we’re clear.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
[tweetthis]I miss Northpark at Christmas. @NorthParkCenter #Dallas [/tweetthis]
Musical Pairing:
I’ll Be Home for Christmas – Josh Groban
Does a place have feelings?
I wonder if a place has feelings.
Does she know we are leaving soon?
Someone new will walk her creaky floors,
sleep beneath her protective eaves.
Her wood moldings gleam.
Sunlight streams through her stained glass.
She is planted all around with flowers and shrubs,
years of devoted tending. Inside and out.
I hope she is excited.
A new family brings
renewed enthusiasm. Energy.
I wonder if a place has feelings.
Will she remember us when we are gone?
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.”
― Joan Didion
Musical Pairing:
Taking You With Me, Daniel Tashian & Mindy Smith