ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Another week has come and gone. Just like Steve Miller said, time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future. Crazy fast in my opinion.
Only 13 days until spring. I’m counting down, that’s for sure.
Knock knock… lettuce in, spring. 😊
The thinks in my brain? They float and flit and maybe end up on a blog page. Maybe they’ll end up in a book someday. Maybe they’ll simply disappear beneath the worm moon going nowhere at all.
My makeshift greenhouse. It doesn’t look like much yet, only a bright window in the garage. Impossibly small seeds sprinkled into soil, watered with a dribble, fussed over, talked to as though I’m “in charge of the last of the Truffula seeds.
And Truffula trees are what everyone needs.”
We southern girls are all about the party favor, am I right? The way I see it, if people will go to the trouble of coming to one of my book signings, they won’t be leaving empty handed. So in keeping with the whole GraceGritsGarden theme, I’ve been making seed packets for my next book signing in Little Rock. If you live in the area, I hope you’ll plan to join me at WordsWorth Books on Saturday, April 2 from 3:00 – 4:30. And if you do, you’ll leave with one of these little seed packets.
CuteCuteCute, if I do say so.Continue Reading
