grace grits and gardening

ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

Snow Secrets

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Overnight, snow falls.

Overnight, like a child, I watch snow drift to the earth, floating and dancing in the soft glow of a nearby street lamp. Peeping through the window, the scene is restful, yet I don’t dare sleep during a rare springtime event. 
If I sleep, snow might not come.
By daybreak, several inches coat my car making it appear fresh and clean and bright. But snow hides secrets, covering dust with sparkle, transforming ordinary to magical. Buried underneath the deep snow atop my car, I know ugly bug splatters mar my window shield, a sign of my recent, long journey to Piggott.
Maybe these splatters will disappear with the melting snow.

talya

written at Hemingway-Pfeiffer as part of a free writing exercise…

The Home Stretch

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     Turning north at West Memphis, I breathe a bit easier. The air seems lighter, the skies clearer.  An ordinary trip driven countless times now fortifies me, replenishes memories, helps me remember.  
     A crop duster tilts his yellow wing in my direction, then turns and dips before misting fertilizer across winter wheat. Like crocus pushing through the cold, he is a first sign of spring.  To dazed travelers and long-haul truckers, the flat landscape appears dead and dull, yet I know life churns beneath wet fields. 
     In the distance, a recent thunderstorm hovers over the Mississippi River. Clouds hang heavy and purple.
talya

Musical Pairing:

Home Sweet Home, The Farm

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

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