ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Is it just me but weren’t we celebrating Memorial Day last weekend!? Time.Slow.Down. Soon I’ll be dead! LOL. But seriously, Happy September and Happy Labor Day Weekend, too. If you are enjoying a three-day weekend, I hope you use it in a way that makes you silly-happy. We have friends with us this weekend—football watching and lots of laughter for sure!
I even cleaned out my refrigerator to make room for extra food and drinks.
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Have you been outside this morning? Here in Fayetteville, the new morning feels flapjack flat, sketched onto paper with muted colored pencils, moist as a rung-out dishrag used to wipe down kitchen counters. Yes, it’s going to be another don’t-bother-with-your-hair sort of day.
Just like yesterday.
Even though hot and humid is my least favorite type of weather, I’ll gladly accept it and try my best to do something creative with it. With yesterday’s passing of Senator John McCain, we are reminded once again how life grows shorter and shorter. We can’t be picky, but we can choose what we do with each limited, beautiful day.
Right?
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
This past week was a mixed bag for me. A mix of moods, productivity, weather, everlittlethang. Maybe it all goes back to the rollercoaster I blogged about HERE. Or the excessive heat! I happen to believe when the temperature soars over 100 degrees, all rational bets are cancelled. No one can be held accountable for feeling wholly uninspired during extreme conditions. This morning, our temperature is only 67 degrees! Just like that, the heat spell has broken. At least for now.
I missed a writing deadline last week. I never miss deadlines. Luckily I work for someone who is flexible and understanding. We all need a little grace from time to time. Right? Still, I hate to be late for anything. I’m hard-wired that way.Continue Reading
