Today makes two Sundays in a row for my Sunday Letter. I’m not patting myself on the back yet, but one more, and we may have ourselves have a trend. If you missed my inaugural Sunday Letter, you can read it HERE.
The past week disappeared into a windy blur, a jumble of weather. Yes, we had seventy degrees followed by freezing weather followed by sun then fog. Nature always promises surprises this time of year. Just when I feel I may wither from cabin fever, sharp-bladed daffodil shoots slice through the soil. But the moment I dare to dream of spring, cold weather returns to let me know winter isn’t done with us yet.
Finally, we got some rain yesterday (with more in this week’s forecast). For some time now, we have been in desperate need of a good, long soaking. Lucy and Annabelle aren’t fans of the wet, but rain makes for great writing weather, great growing weather. All those spring bulbs beginning to stir need rain to put on a proper show.
Have I ever told you that we have a cistern, original to our 143-year-young house? It holds 3,500 gallons of rainwater. Yes, we use Arkansas rainwater for watering plants in summer. I love this about our house.
One of my mother’s best and oldest friends, Margaret Garrett of Little Rock, died suddenly and unexpectedly a week ago. She was laid to rest the day before Valentine’s Day. I’ve been thinking a lot about Margaret. When we were kids, my sister and I spent hours and hours playing with her kids, Sara, James & Wesley. Their backyard in Osceola became our very own version of the game show, Let’s Make a Deal. We imagined it, and it was real. The contestants, the three curtains, the fabulous prizes. And a booby prize, of course.
Two years ago, I had a book signing in Little Rock at WordsWorth Books. Afterward, Margaret, who helped organize it, made me a fabulous scrapbook to commemorate the event. She had a vested interest, you see, as she was partial inspiration for the Maggie character in my novel. Only one-third of the character, she said, which was probably correct.
The best one-third.
Old People Make Noise.
Yesterday, the Hogs beat the Aggies in basketball. Woo Pig Sooie! John and I were there for it (making lots of noise). Live basketball games are SoMuchFun. Especially when your team is on FIRE.
Lower Delta Talks.
Exciting news: I’ve been asked to participate in Lower Delta Talks 2018!
Lower Delta Talks (sponsored by Mississippi’s Lower Delta Partnership) is a lecture series that celebrates the history, culture, and nature of the Mississippi River Delta. I don’t have to tell you, this is smack dab along the turnrow where I live and breath.
Lower Delta Talks runs annually from March – November. I don’t have much information yet, as the official calendar hasn’t been released. I do know I’m scheduled in October. Another thing I know: this gives me another Deep South Road Trip to plan AND puts Gracie Lee Eudora Abbott one bicycle ride closer to the Eudora Welty House & Garden.
More to come.
Cheers to a brand-spanking-new, highly productive, possibly rain-soaked week plus Sunday Letter No. 2!
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Tea-Soaked Letter, Anna Burch