Max stood still, letting the pond water soak through his thick fur. I watched him from a patch of shade on the hill above and marveled at the miracle of this pond.

Rain is a distant memory, the lake has become a river, triple digit temperatures and blue skies seem neverending, and area wells are drying up … yet here this small bit of water remains, nestled in the hills above the curve in our road. 

We made a beeline for it this morning. I hadn't walked with the dogs since Thursday. Daniel filled in for me these past few mornings when I just didn't have time, but the puppies seemed happy that I was joining them again.

Even in a drought, even when the flowers are fading into memory and few of the photos I take are worth sharing, my morning walks feel like an indulgence, a quick retreat from the world where I can sort through my thoughts, pray and breathe. 

I've missed them.

I've missed the quiet and the sunshine and the morning breeze and the dogs racing into the woods after imaginary prey or rough-housing on the road. I've missed stopping to snap photos of them running ahead of me or the clouds above me or sunshine splashing on everything…

..or flowers, what's left of them, like the ones below. 

The Mexican Hats have lost their hats…

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Mornings are the only time to walk these days. The heat lingers well after sunset. 

Which reminds me of this little poem…

 

Ode to Texas

The devil wanted a place on earth
Sort of a summer home
A place to spend his vacation
Whenever he wanted to roam.

So he picked out Texas.
A place both wretched and rough
Where the climate was to his liking
And the cowboys hardened and tough.

He dried up the streams in the canyons
And ordered no rain to fall
He dried up the lakes in the valleys
Then baked and scorched it all.

Then over his barren country
He transplanted shrubs from hell.
The cactus,thistle and prickly pear
The climate suited them well.

Now the home was much to his liking
But animal life, he had none.
So he created crawling creatures
That all mankind would shun.

First he made the rattlesnake
With it's forked poisonous tongue.
Taught it to strike and rattle
And how to swallow it's young.

Then he made scorpions and lizards
And the ugly old horned toad.
He placed spiders of every description
Under rocks by the side of the road.

Then he ordered the sun to shine hotter, 

Hotter and hotter still.
Until even the cactus wilted
And the old horned lizard took ill.

Then he gazed on his earthly kingdom
As any creator would
He chuckled a little up his sleeve
And admitted that it was good.

'Twas summer now and Satan lay
By a prickly pear to rest.
The sweat rolled off his swarthy brow
So he took off his coat and vest.

"By Golly," he finally panted,
"I did my job too well,
I'm going back to where I came from,
Texas is hotter than Hell."

 
 
Coy D. Martin

 

My brother-in-law sent that to me. (Thank you, Ralph!) 

As a Texan, I found it rather offensive in some parts (Texas is heaven, not hell!) but the last two paragraphs describe our summer weather so well that I found my sense of humor and felt I should post it. 

Plus, I just happened to have a recent photo of a prickly pear… 

 

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 Have a great week and stay cool!

 P.S. I just had a call from my mom – Daddy has been released from the hospital! Yay! The doctors still aren't sure what was wrong, but whatever it was, it's all better now and he's been thoroughly checked out and given a stamp of approval. Thank you for all of your prayers and good thoughts!

Saying my own prayers of thanksgiving now!

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16 responses to “An Ode to Texas Summers”

  1. missing moments Avatar

    when.will.it.rain!!!
    It looks like Irene is going to dump loads of rain on the east coast by week’s end. ~sigh~

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  2. Barbara Shallue Avatar

    I know!! I hope it doesn't hit them too hard! 

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  3. Hilary Avatar

    Glad to read your good news, Barbara. I hope you get some weather relief soon. Cool prickly pear!

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  4. Barbara Shallue Avatar

    Thanks, Hilary! Change is bound to come in the weather some day (isn't it?)

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  5. Agnes Avatar

    Oh that’s great news they discharged your dad Barbara ๐Ÿ™‚

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  6. Barbara Shallue Avatar

    Music to my ears! Thanks, Agnes!

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  7. Jennifer Richardson Avatar

    I remember the crispy baked brown of our drought
    two years ago and how it seemed to pull the hope
    out of our pores in search of moisture.
    I pray buckets of refreshing on you!
    So beautiful, your Texas, even when it’s hotter than hell:)
    -Jen

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  8. Gail Avatar

    That poem was cute and so aptly described our hellish state. ๐Ÿ™‚
    So glad your dad is better and going home.

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  9. Lisa Avatar

    So glad to hear that your Dad is okay Barbara!

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  10. Barbara Shallue Avatar

    It's sad but true, as much as I hate to admit it! Especially these days!!

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  11. Barbara Shallue Avatar

    I have to agree with you, Jennifer! I still see beauty all around me despite the heat and the drought. Thank you for your prayers, though. We do need rain desperately!

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  12. Barbara Shallue Avatar

    I have to agree with you, Jennifer! I still see beauty all around me despite the heat and the drought. Thank you for your prayers, though. We do need rain desperately!

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  13. Juana Avatar

    Great new about your father! I wish him lots of health.
    That poem is wonderful- I truly enjoyed it. What an imagination…
    And both of your photos are awesome!! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  14. Barbara Shallue Avatar

    Thanks, Juana! He's already sweeping and grocery shopping!

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  15. Wolf Pascoe Avatar

    Do you know they have a cowboy poetry festival in Elko where they recite poems like that all day long? Good stuff. So glad about your dad.

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  16. Barbara Shallue Avatar

    They have one in Texas somewhere, too – maybe Luckenbach? Or Kerrville. I had forgotten till you mentioned it. I'll have to go sometime. Thanks for the reminder!

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