Category: Critters

  • I am a dog and cat person. For some reason, that seems to be a rare thing. I love my puppies and their unconditional love and joy of life, but I also love cat personalities…their sauciness and independence and supposed indifference to anything but themselves. I love how they purr and stretch and give you…

  •       The wind is howling outside my window right now. No snow. No rain. Just wind, gusting up to 59 mph, the weatherman said. In some areas of Austin power lines are down and whole trees are blocking roads.  We're lucky. Nothing but the exhilarating wind here blowing through the Hollow, like a…

  •   I slept a full eight hours last night. And I cleaned my bathroom this afternoon. Two things I haven't done in a long, long time. That's about all I've accomplished today, but I'm okay with it. It's my day off and I've relished it. Middle son, Daniel, is home for the weekend, mostly because…

  •     1. Our property is dotted with small iron crosses, marking the resting places of so many precious furry or feathered or scaly loved ones we've been blessed to know. I miss them all. The one above is Charly's and Frankie's.   2. I will never get rich monetarily through my blog, but the…

  • Like the Munchkins when Dorothy first arrives in the (movie) land of Oz, yellow flowers are popping up and peeking out at the world, one by one, to see if the coast is clear and the rumor is true..that the wicked old winter is gone. (Not that our winters here around Austin, Texas are actually…

  • A brisk north wind roared through the hollow this morning, whisking cobwebs from the corners of my brain and slapping my face with its cold hands, saying "Wake up! Look around at this glorious morning! Isn't it great to be alive?" I love the wind. It has felt like spring the past few days, and…

  •   My dad is still in the hospital following his little stroke earlier this week, but he's stable and should be able to go home tomorrow. However, considering his health history and his stubborn determination to no longer follow the heart/diabetic healthy diet he's followed for a couple of decades, I doubt this is the…

  • There's a big empty space in my living room now. My middle son came home this weekend and helped me pack up the memories and cart the tree downstairs to its place in the storage room. (Daniel also helped Tom cut and carry firewood. We love it when he comes home!) Usually my rocking chair…

  •     Surrounded by bare branches so still I could believe they are doodles on a pencil-smudged-gray sky, I stand in a sea of grass that bows down, unmoving, waiting.  The earth holds its breath.        Fence posts lean like old men, weathered gray and full of stories.          I'm still collecting…

  •   Yellow-green, wafting like a leaf in the wind to the top of a live oak,     disappearing but for your white breast, and savoring, as I do, the kiss of winter raindrops upon your face. Who are you? small stone #4 (If any of you knows what kind of bird this is, please…