ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
I woke this morning unsure of my whereabouts. LOL. In the past ten days, I’ve been driving all over the state, sleeping in a hotel, a bed and breakfast, my childhood home (aka the Bat Cave), and now, at my friend’s home in Jonesboro.
I’ll be glad to sleep in my own bed tonight.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
As we float into June, I think about the year we’ve had so far. And I worry about friends and family and folks I don’t know affected by floodwaters in Arkansas and Oklahoma. And farmers who can’t get crops in. Let’s hope and pray for a calm, productive June, shall we?
I’m happy to report we survived the Garden Tour yesterday. I am absolutely exhausted to the middle of my bone marrow. I plan to recap everything in a future blog post, but for now I’ll blame the Garden Tour for anything that may sound nonsensical in this letter. ☺Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Today’s writing is really a What I Did On My Spring Break letter.
Remember writing that specific “what I did” essay in school? As if going back to school wasn’t bad enough, the teachers made us write about our summer vacations during the first week of school. For me (and for Gracie Lee), that essay served one purpose. It was a depressing reminder that barefoot lake days were over. For the foreseeable future I would be spending a bunch of hours sitting at my school desk looking at the back of Timmy Stone’s head.
Nothing against Timmy Stone. We were good friends. It’s just that we sat in alphabetical order, you know.
As we fast forward from elementary school to last week, I hope you enjoyed your first few official days of spring!Continue Reading
