Between Homes

Between Homes

As my plane began its descent into Asheville last week,  I found myself leaning toward the window. The Blue Ridge Mountains slowly emerged beneath the clouds, wrapped in their familiar blue haze. Before the wheels ever touched the runway, I already felt at home....
Field notes for summer

Field notes for summer

  Summer around here is measured in horseback rides, checking cattle in the pasture, swimming in the river, stocktanks and kayaking. The grandkids spend their days outside until exhaustion finally catches up with them. Riding horses throughthe pasture, baseball...
Dog days of summer

Dog days of summer

The dog days have settled in, draping the land in a heavy quilt of heat. Morning light is soft, with a whisper of cool, but by noon the sun stands high and unyielding. The air hangs still, except for the slow sway of grass in a hot breeze. The pastures lie quiet under...
August rain

August rain

Click                August Rain   After weeks of Texas heat, August rain feels like grace falling from the sky. The pastures drink deep, horses and cattle stand still, and the sound of rain on the back porch roof soothes the soul. Enjoy August! Until next time, be...
Morning routine

Morning routine

Mornings here aren’t rushed, they unfold. The sun peeks over horizon, warming the tops of the cedar trees and sending long golden shadows across the pasture. I step onto the porch with coffee in hand, still barefoot, still waking up myself. It’s quiet, but not silent....