I’m not knocking Texas . . it just isn’t the place for me. A more accurate statement is that central Texas isn’t the place for me. Texas is a great state and there’s so much to love about it but there just isn’t enough to love to make me love living there.
Having grown up in southwest Louisiana, I need rain and green – green grass, green plants, green trees!
While I was in Missouri, every day I was in awe of how green things are. Again, in defense of Texas, we had rain the last week or so and things are a bit greener there but when it comes to green, central Texas just isn’t ever going to green more than a few months in the spring.
Friday, I drove up to get Addie after school and bring her back to our house for the weekend. The fields are green; the grass is green; the trees are green; the weeds are green . . all different shades of green.
My hydrangea next to the house is green and blooming.
These two trees are green but they’re the Bradford pears that are overgrown and are going to be cut down soon.
It’s hard to tell in the picture but when I went out just after daylight, the fog had settled on the ground and was just around the base of the chestnut trees across the lane from us. It was so pretty.
Speaking of green . . Addie and I were outside and I saw that garden spider. She is not a fan of spiders. The other day she saw a tiny one on the floor and was screaming . . GRANNY! There’s a spider in here. Come quickly!” I figured it was a huge scary spider and it was about the size of a pin point. I mashed it with my finger and she was grossed out and wanting me to go wash my hands with soap and water.
I said “Look at this GIANT spider” expecting her to go running away and she said “It’s just a garden spider. They’re good spiders. Don’t hurt it!” I didn’t hurt it . . so long as he stays outside, he’s fine!