I’ve shared most everything about the inside of the house. Last night a friend who lives on a good bit of land sent me a picture of her sunset overlooking the hills. I don’t have that type view but what I have isn’t bad.
We all have different wants and needs. I grew up in southwest Louisiana where I’d about bet the farm that it rained every day when I was growing up. It didn’t really but it sure seemed like it did. When I was a kid, I wanted to play outside every minute I could and mom often wouldn’t let us out in the rain. In high school and college, I had long, naturally curly hair and it frizzed up horribly in the rain. Really, it was the humidity and rain or not, we always had high humidity. I always thought I’d like living where it didn’t rain every day but Texas was the far extreme. Some areas around our place there got rain yesterday but according to my rain info, we didn’t. It’s about 2-1/2 months since we’ve seen a drop of rain there. When we left, the grass was totally dead and crunchy. You can imagine the dust, and worse – the fire danger.
This seems to have been a rainy summer here in southwest MO. We lived through at bone dry summer here one year but we’ve had a good bit of rain and everything is green.
I almost cry (for joy) when I take Rita out. She loves the grass. She rolls around in it and scratches her back in it. If she’s ever been around nice, green grass, I doubt she remembers it. Since she’s been with us, she’s never had nice grass.
First is a crape myrtle blooming at the bottom of the stairs to the deck. So little blooms at our place in Texas but that could be our own fault – we’ve not tried very hard to grow blooming plants.
This is our magnolia and it’s thriving. Vince said the one at home died. I’m not sad. I kinda felt like we prolonged the end . . trying to keep it alive and it was probably suffering.
This is a rose bush on the side of the deck where I saw the snake.
Green grass. I love green grass! I kinda feel like Rita – maybe I should go out and roll around in it. That would be sight, huh?
Obviously, we’re paying someone to maintain the yard. I hope Vince sees the value in continuing to do that because I’m kinda hoping my weed pulling days are over.
I think I was told that across the street once was an old dairy farm and I believe that may be part of an old barn. The horse trailer has probably been sitting there unused for lots of years. The stories that building could probably tell!
This place isn’t 45 acres in the middle of nowhere, Texas but I think it’s exactly what we need at this time in our lives. I love it, but you already knew that! 🙂