A Story about Arkansas

Once upon a time, there was a little state called Arkansas.  He was a beautiful state with rolling hills to the north and the Delta to the south.

One day, the little state decided he needed a change.   So, without asking anyone, he decided to become Arizona.  “From from this day forward I will be hot and dry,”  he proclaimed.

So the lovely people of the state endured endless heat and parching drought.  They worried about crops.  They worried about livestock.  They became very distressed living in such a state.  “What shall we do?”  they cried.

to be continued…………….

About the blonde gardener

I'm an Arkansas girl born and raised. I garden in the beautiful Northwest part of the state (zone 6b or 7) surrounded by the Ozark Mountains. My favorite part about the area is we have 4 distinct seasons and are able to enjoy a variety of activities. My main passion is gardening but I also enjoy hiking, birding, 4-wheeling and motorcycle trips. Basically anything outside. Thanks for stopping by! Brenda
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3 Responses to A Story about Arkansas

  1. Jan Gaddis says:

    Very good can’t wait for the ending. God said If my people who are called by name would seek my face and turn from their wicked ways. Then would I heal their land. So maybe God’s trying to tell all of us something…..


  2. Carolyn♥ says:

    Keep praying for rain… we’re praying for you.


  3. Oldcat says:

    Strangely, Southern California has decided to become cool and wet (well wet for California) this year


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