Thursday, September 22, 2016

After the fog lifted a few mornings ago we took a country ride on our favorite road. Not one where we don't know where we are if we had a flat or truck trouble and had to call for help. I could give directions even though it goes far into ranch land with cattle guards and cows on the road at times. It takes exactly one hour from time we leave home until the time we get back. We have seen wild turkeys crossing but not that morning. We saw a covey of Quail, one of my favorite birds. Like the way they run on the ground ahead of the truck for a while until they get tired and fly just high enough to get above the truck and land over the fence. We also saw two deer jump the fence, cross in front of us and jump to the other side. Such graceful creatures. We see several different unusual gateways which I've probably already posted here. I guess the most interesting thing we see is a burial plot in front of a home. It has a nice iron fence around it with probably space for about three more graves. It is in front of a home under big shady oak trees with a tombstone large heart on it. I would love to get out to read the inscription but feel it might be intruding so we just drive slow and look. I can't count the times we have traveled this road and I can enjoy it because we seldom meet a car so John can drive and I can look. The picture at the top does not pertain to that road.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

A plant like this is giving me trouble.

Several years ago I dug one of these up at the ranch in a gate where it didn't need to be. It was about a foot tall. Without any care it has multiplied several times and grew very tall. I hire my neighbor to mow so he told me one of my plants had fallen over. With my health problems I completely forgot and wasn't going into my back yard. When my ducks got in a row so to speak I remembered so I went to check it out. With all the rains we had a while back part of the plant had already taken root in my neighbor's yard. He didn't complain at all but you certainly don't desire one of these where you mow and where it might poke you in the eye. So out the want ads came. Two different men advertising tree and yard work responded. One of them and his helpers are supposed to come Thursday and clear it all out for $ 150. I was prepared to pay more. Hope they show up and do the job well. I'll miss the beautiful flowers next spring but there comes a time when you have to give up things that you are no longer able to manage and take care of. The men may be able to sell them to someone decorating a yard or business in the Southwest design. Thank you for the comments and concern about my health. I've had several good days lately after Platelets injected twice, a Bone Marrow Biopsy, and a seven straight days of a type of Chemo shots named Vidaza. Friday I go back to my specialist for blood work and to see him. Maybe a blood transfusion, more Platelets, or probably another round of seven straight days of Vidaza. I stay at my daughters at these times because it is too far for her to driver here twice a day so I spend a lot of time on her porch with a jacket (one of the side effects being so cold) on in the Texas heat. I check on you from time to time but still don't have my e-mail fixed or it's probably just me. At a time like this your priorities change. Miss and care about every one of you.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Mail Box And Fence For Good Fences

Wouldn't it be cute if it was mowed and trimmed?

Thursday, July 28, 2016

A Gate For Good Fences

Head Acres on one of our favorite country roads.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Flowers For Trey

When we lived on the ranch Trey's Dad was our well man. We got to know Trey because he rode along on well calls with his Dad. I don't know the details but Trey was born with some of his bones in his back missing so he was never able to walk. When he was born evidently his Mother was not able to handle the burden and left Trey and his Dad. His Dad was both Father and Mother and did the best job he could. Taking him to parties in town and leaving him with his friends until he called his Dad to come pick him up. Taking him riding in the truck to look for wild hogs, hunting and anything a normal preteen was doing. John started inviting him out to hunt at the ranch. John and his Dad would lift him in his wheel chair onto the back of a truck and he would watch for deer. He never shot one and I don't know if he had the aim to shoot a deer or not but it made him feel normal when the other boys would talk of their deer hunting trips. The doctors had hopes of a surgery that would "fix" him when he became a certain age but he grew worse and passed before that time. We stopped at his grave site today.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Will This Business Thrive?

This is a new business on a country road. It's name is It's My Business. What would you think it is? Tacos? Hamburgers ? Ice house and soda? No, none of these. Can you see the fancy gowns in the right windows? Hummm, no where else but south Texas. Gowns for the Mexican fifteenth celebration for girls. We'll see.