ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
I hope this letter finds you happy and healthy and filled with joy. Today is Easter Sunday, resurrection day for those of us belonging to the Christian faith. While I have readers who do not celebrate Easter, I believe we can all set aside time on this day to celebrate goodness and peace and grace.
The world sure does need it.
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Whew. What a crazy weather week. An E-3 tornado touched down during the early morning hours of Wednesday only a few miles from our home in Fayetteville. It moved northeast into Springdale leaving behind property damage, injuries, and power outages.
Thursday it snowed at our house.
Friday = warm and sunny.
I fear we are all in for a long and destructive storm season this spring. Worse than normal, I think. I’m not a qualified weather girl, but I do have several decades of real-life training, having grown up in the Arkansas delta where weather rode shotgun over our livelihood.
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Every spring day brings a bit more magic. In our neighborhood, those who came decades before us had the foresight to plant redbuds and dogwoods in parkways beside the street. Now, anyone who happens by is surely blown away by the blooms. I certainly am. Even though I see them every day, every day they are new to me.
That’s what we gardeners try to do—leave the world better than we found it. Gardener or not, that should be everyone’s goal.
This picture of our street doesn’t do justice to the reality.
