ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Happy last Sunday of August. What?? Yep. Craziness. I agree there is still much to learn about coronavirus, but one thing I believe (in this world where conspiracy theories are all the rage)—coronavirus makes time weird. Either molasses slow or quick as a snap.
Sometimes both in the same day.
On this Sunday morning, we are in the midst of an amazing, unusual August storm. Rolling thunder moves from one side of the house to the other. The air is electrified. I feel the couch tremble as another wave begins.
Flashes of lightening brighten the dimly lit room where I sit. John, Lucy and Annabelle sleep extra late, lulled by the glorious storm.
I write. But mostly I listen.
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Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
P.S. and now we have no electricity…
Musical Pairing:
The Weather Girls, It’s Raining Men
