on a hays county hill

Today I am joining a garden book review meme hosted by Holly at Roses and Other Gardening Joys . I wrote a review for th...

Hear ye, hear ye, the first rain of fall has . . . fallen. After that first rain (in late August or September) the loveliest thing ...

While out in the yard a week ago, I was horrified to find . . . stickers.  I think these are field or coastal sandspurs ( Cen...

I read an article recently commenting on the passage of time. It talked about that list of activities you want to do with y...

The lobbying began before Thanksgiving, complete with song:              “All I want for Christmas is a real Christmas tree,        ...

Earlier this week my daughter (home sick from school - but not too sick!) and I set off to explore a dirt road that runs along our prop...

The only color in my yard this summer came from clean laundry  flapping in the breeze and backlit by the sun. When our children ...

Yesterday was a milestone birthday for my wonderful daughter. Nine years younger than our middle child, she has in many ways been an only ch...

I love chickens – when they are closed up in a pen. When they wander freely, I hate the little, feathery clucks! Chickens and gardens absolu...

"Hello, neighbor." When I looked out my window this morning I spied something unexpected – a cow.  Not my cow.  This is not th...