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A Gully or a Furrow?
Every spring, some of the land around here is washed into deep gullies by sudden cloudbursts combined with our unstable, thin soil. Whether you call them gully-washers, frog-stranglers or trash-movers, these powerful deluges instantly fill time-worn ravines or create new ones.…
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This Present Little Instant
I’ve never been particularly good at living in the moment. In fact, I’ve been downright disdainful and judgmental of those who do. Oh sure, living in the moment is all right for babies and puppies, but real women constantly look to…
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The Plant Advisors
It started during my years living in Maine, when the presence of indoor plants in the house moved from an afterthought to a requirement. Those long months filled with vistas of white, the gardens buried deep in snow and ice, and…
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A Bird Feeder Prayer
The temperature today here in Central Texas will climb to near 70 and we will be greeted by a drizzling rain. There are at least a dozen birds on the tube-like feeder that hangs from the mesquite tree branch bending over…
