Long Hollow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: My Country Life

  • Pink Skies, Random Thoughts

    Pink clouds, pink skies have greeted my ascension to the dirt road the past two mornings … a nice change from the woolen grays and mist that have been waiting up there for me lately. I've noticed that a pink sky or one filled with clouds that look dipped in pink-orange paint lighten my heart…

  • No Red Moonbeams for Me … A Long Hollow Update

    "It's starting to feel more like Christmas to me. The temps are staying low, there's the smell of wood smoke in the air, my tree is up and decorated, cards are trickling in, and TG is home." I wrote this several days ago – just one of many posts that wither on the vine because…

  • A weekend with dogs and twenty-somethings

    This was my kind of weekend, nicely balanced between live music, dancing, socializing with friends, and just hanging out, spending low-key time at the house with (some of) the kids and Tom. Oh, and dogs. Lots of dog time, too. Oldest son Tommy arrived first from Dallas. A few hours and a movie later, his…

  • The First Frost and other Friday Wonders (my Friday Favorites)

    Autumn hasn't finished moving in…one glance down the Hollow and you'll see plenty of green mixed with the golds and oranges, and I'm not talking about the leaves on evergreen junipers or live oaks.  However, this morning Winter reminded Autumn its days are numbered in the form of a light frost…sort of a white sticky…

  • Keep Long Hollow Beautiful, Dangit!

    At the top of our road, there's a sign that says No Littering and No Dumping. Yet, every day on my walk, I find something that doesn't belong, most often beer cans or bottles… sometimes soda cans, empty cigarette packages, snack food wrappings, styrofoam or paper cups. Where is it coming from? Okay, I know……

  • A Not-So-Unproductive Weekend

    I had big plans for this weekend. BIG plans. Number one on the list: getting caught up on my sleep. Next, I planned to get caught up on my book. It only took me a few days to fall short of my 1500 words/day writing goal. Mostly because my body refused to put up with…

  • “The Chase” (performance and choreography by Max and Belle)

      Act 1 After it!   Act 2 Hmmm…where did it go? Act 3 Mom knows everything – go ask her! Ah, those dogs. Constant entertainment! And so creative! Today I'm grateful for the sunshine (once again) and the chance to live out here where we can walk along dry creek beds and deserted dirt…

  • Friday Favorite Photos… Autumn Leaves, Pond Fairies and more

    The falling leaves drift by the windowThe autumn leaves of red and goldI see your lips, the summer kissesThe sun-burned hands I used to hold. Since you went away the days grow longAnd soon I'll hear old winter's songBut I miss you most of all my darlingWhen autumn leaves start to fall.  Originally a French…

  • Watercolor Mornings, Dancing in the Hollow

    Belle was just a shadow against the lingering night, but I spotted her looking in hopefully from the deck through the French doors. It's still too dark to walk, I told her. But she stayed. I could just make out her tail, now, like a clock pendulum: wag…wag…wag.   I gave in and headed out the…

  • The Problem with Country Dogs

      Yes…that's a deer leg. No…it's not a toy deer leg.  And no, Max and Belle didn't kill it – we're sure now that the dead thing I spotted at the corner last week was a deer after all, and whoever/whatever killed it wasn't interested in the legs. My dogs must have found them (we…