Thursday, May 7, 2015


I have a thing for anything old that speaks of a time gone by, and we have stumbled upon many of these in our Hill Country ramblings.

Things like rusty windmills and old cisterns sitting on hand-built stone bases; old two-level barns built into the sides of a hills and tall chimneys left standing all alone; weathered out-buildings such as smokehouses, spring houses and root cellars; rambling stone fences and walls; and roads with names like Jacob's Well and Fischer Store Road. 

Which is why I love these photos that Hubby took back when we first moved here, so very very much.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015


A while back I shared an article on Facebook touting "experiences" over "stuff", and left a comment telling my kids to take note. Well, I guess Miss Alexis took me at my word, 'cause you'll never guess what she has planned for us on Mother's Day. This! Alamo Drafthouse's Mama Mia Brunch! We get to enjoy a "sing-along" viewing of Mama Mia, whilst being served a gourmet Greek repast. Does it get any better than that?

We thought about getting son Austin to join us, then doubled over giggling at the lunacy of that idea. Mr. Austin has long made clear his less than favorable opinion of ABBA's music. And, to be trapped in theater full of older women who were singing and gyrating to said music? Well, that would be a fate worse than death for my poor son!

As for me, I'm thinking it's time to pop my Mamma Mia soundtrack into the player -- stretch my vocal chords a bit in preparation. It's been way too long!

Mama Mia, here I go again...

Sunday, May 3, 2015


Remember all those succulents that I went to the trouble to pot up, haul inside, and baby all winter long?

Well, here's what most of them look like now.

I just don't get it. I've planted those same kinds of succulents in that same pot in that same location for several years now, and the deer have never bothered them. Why now? Why decide to go after them when we've had the most consistent rain in years, and everything on our property is so lush and green that it's a veritable smorgasbord for deer? All I can think is that most of those in that pot were pups that I broke off from an older, larger plant. Maybe the young ones are more tender and juicy than the full-size plants I usually got from the nursery and planted in that container.

One thing is for certain though, my dear little deer. You are on my list! (This is me, pointing to my narrowed eyes, then pointing at you!)

You talkin' to me?
Yes, you!