Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Country Life
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A thick gray blanket of clouds covered the sky this morning – everything was drab and dull on my walk. Frankie stayed home and the dogs disappeared so I was alone. Soon, I realized my thoughts matched the gray sky - Wayne's funeral is today and a friend is having surgery and then I started thinking about…
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When I first moved here, I would head to the park by Lake Travis every morning to walk with a group of other moms for about an hour. It was therapy AND exercise, in a beautiful setting. But gradually, the group dissipated as our lives grew busier. Charly, and then Max, too, became my walking…
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A new first for me yesterday - instead of zooming past with my good intentions still tucked in my purse because I'm already late for a soccer game or something and just don't have time, I finally visited the organic vegetable farm stand in Jonestown. Angel Valley Organic Farm has been operating this stand every Saturday morning for about five years,…
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Kendall borrowed my camera the other day, something to do with an assignment in Environmental Science, and zoomed in on our little world…she took the best close-up picture of Frankie I've seen yet (how did she get him to stay still long enough?), a good one of our old Charly gazing up at her with adoring…
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Tom was busy on his days off last week…cutting, splitting, and stacking our oak woodpile. I helped a little – a VERY little – with the stacking. I had lots to do inside, but the sky and sunshine called me – it was just too pretty to stay indoors. The first fire of the…
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My habit these last few cool, clear nights while feeding the dogs has been to stand at the railing and gaze at the night sky. Tonight I was blessed with a shooting star. All those long nights working at the chemical plant and I NEVER saw a shooting star. My first was in Colorado about twelve…
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Okay, I admit Charly's eyes look a little creepy in this picture…I don't have a good photo editing program yet. But his intense look – the watching, waiting, full of hope and faith that I'll head to the front door any minute to go on our walk – is irresistible. This is…
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They started as unimpressive green-brown clumps plopped along the side of the road and mixed in with the taller prairie grasses spreading into the trees. The tips turned yellow, but I still thought of them as some kind of weed. Then one morning, I paid closer attention…lo and behold, the yellow tips were…
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No one can resist a dirty van window. Every day I've noticed a new message scrawled in the dust. This morning a big smiley face greeted us, proclaiming "I (heart) dirt!" I hate to deprive people of this creative outlet, but, alas, I've decided that Monday afternoon I'll swing by the car wash between…
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Guess what Tom taught Frankie while I was gone last weekend?
Long Hollow 