Ducks Come Home to Roost
The Texas Hill Country is where I call home, and it’s quite a lovely place to be. Here it is in June, and my air conditioner is not on yet,…
Ain’t My Duck
I was visiting with a dear, dear friend a while back – a friend who is gathering quite a collection of ducks – ceramic ducks, wooden ducks, pictures of ducks…
Earth’s Crammed with Heaven
Tunes rumble around in my head most of the time. Sometimes, they travel down to my fingers, and I find myself playing accompaniment on my steering wheel or the desk…
Holding On to April
Can anything be better than April? In the Texas Hill Country, we drive through carpeted miles of bluebonnets and Indian paintbrush. We’ve seen the arrival of the hummingbirds, the stripping…
Danger and Dip Nets
A few years ago, we planted creeping fig in three places next to some posts holding up the pergola in our backyard. I had already learned my lesson about planting…
Nothing Pictures Hope Like…
It’s springtime in the Texas Hill Country, that hopeful time when the green returns. Spring brought with its green a carpet of bluebonnets and Indian paintbrush and a brand new…
Fresh Wind in the Rose Garden
If having your coffee brought to your dressing table every morning (along with a fresh rose from the garden many mornings) means you’re spoiled, then I’m just one shaving away…
New Beginnings
Spring has arrived in the Texas Hill Country, bringing with it a bumper crop of blue bonnets and birds and shades of green we haven’t seen since last April. Oh,…
Resurrection Lesson
Years ago, when our grandchildren were still young, we hosted GRAND KAMP—a week of fun activities for grandparents and our grandchildren only. It meant a week of boxed macaroni and…
Starling’s Lesson
’Tis amazing what lessons we can still learn and where we learn them. Our studio window is one of those places. Feeding the birds on our corner of the world…