ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
I’ve been decorating my porch for fall, y’all. I waited until the most recent heat wave dissipated. After living in Texas for so many years, I have lots of experience with putting pumpkins on the porch early, only to have them melt and turn grody by Halloween. Especially the carved ones.
I want my pumpkins to last through Thanksgiving.
Especially the non-carved ones.Continue Reading
How to choose a pumpkin and have a fantabulous October? No, this isn’t rocket science. Yes, there’s a certain method to my madness.
But first, a confession—I do not like pumpkin pie. I feel a smidgen bad about this. Pumpkin pie is such an American thing. But I’ve never liked pumpkin pie and don’t imagine this will change.
Do you think this adds a blemish to my southern card? Nah, surely not. Not with my sincere love of grits and collard greens, my under-the-sink coffee can filled with bacon drippings, my predisposition to say y’all and lord help and fixin to.
No way.
Hey Sunday Letter friends! After five days of horribly humid weather, we got a little rain. Saturday felt downright fall-like. By far the best thing about my week? I got my hair cut shorter than it’s been in some time. Seriously, I don’t know why I waited so long.
The worst part? That Razorback football game last night. We knew it would be a long, rebuilding season. My very own garden hog foreshadowed it only days ago like Punxsutawney Phil predicting six more weeks of winter.
One thing I know for sure… the heartbreak hogs can bring a fan down. But I’ll not dwell on the negative. After all, many Sunday Letter readers claim winning teams. I’m looking at you, Alabama-LSU-Oklahoma friends. And let’s not forget, my Baylor Bears are 2-0. Living here in Fayetteville, sometimes I feel very far away from my own alma mater.
Ok, I didn’t mean to get off on football so let’s move on to more pleasant memories.
Like my Aunt Virgie.Continue Reading
