Long Hollow

Where seeds of thought have room to grow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: My Country Life

  • Good boy, Max.

      "Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really." ~ Agnes Sligh Turnbull     He wandered up to our house from the woods almost 11 years ago, a not-so-small puppy with crooked ears and a face so black you could barely see his eyes. We never found out where he came from, but…

  • Sunday afternoons and belated sweets

      Just before sunset this afternoon, I escaped to the front porch swing with a glass of wine and a long-lost book from my childhood. I'd spent the day taking care of the dogs, going to church, fixing one of my signs that got knocked over by city mowers, visitng my mom, and finally making…

  • A Rollercoaster Ride with Max

          Two days ago I knelt beside Max and whispered in his ear that it was okay if he just let go. I told him he had trained Belle well, and she would take awesome care of us, and if Charly was close by, asking him to come play, that it was okay.…

  • A Max Update

      Earlier this week I let you know that my old puppy Max had slid downhill, health-wise. Thank you so much for all of your well wishes, both here and on Facebook.  There is power in well-wishes. I truly believe that, especially after watching Max rally the past few days. His rally isn't 100%. He's…

  • Old puppies, morning walks, and other sweet!s

      Whether it's the heat or just old age catching up to him, Max has gone down a pretty steep hill lately. Just last week we took the long walk, around the curve and down into the creekbed. But now he can't walk far before having to stop and rest. Our walks have gotten shorter…

  • Daughters (and other sweet!s)

          They grow so fast, don't they? One minute they're crawling around on your stylish-at-the-time-rose-colored carpet, exploring and investigating… picking on their older brothers, trying to stir things up…cuddling in your arms because they're still shorter than you and easy to pick up… …and then suddenly they're wanting to explore far beyond your…

  • Chuck-Will’s-Widows, and other sweet!s

    After a long day, I pulled up to my house at dusk and stepped out of the car, my brain whirring with the day's events and to-do's still left on my mental list. Then the chuck-will's-widow sang to me, pulling me back into the moment and the beauty around me… …the dusky blue horizon ……

  • Piddle-farting on the 4th of July

    I'm rocking out on my back deck (literally…in my rocking chair), sipping iced coffee, listening to a few birds chattering nearby. It's a hot summer day, but I'm in the shade. It feels great, thanks to a breeze. My grandpuppy Josie lies nearby. Her mama and daddy are off on an adventure and we were happy…

  • Happy Birthday, Long Hollow…and other long overdue sweet!s

      Today is life – the only life you are sure of. Make the most of today. Get interested in something. Shake yourself awake. Develop a hobby. Let the winds of enthusiasm sweep through you. Live today with gusto. ~Dale Carnegie   On my left, a chuck-will's-widow sang to the sliver moon hanging in the dusky sky.…

  • Outrage, blood, and other sweet!s

    It might seem strange to count outrage as a sweet! But today I found out another real estate agent approached one of my clients when he was working in his yard and tried to seduce him away from me. Not only is that a huge breach of ethics, but it hurt my feelings and made me…