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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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,…
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…
There’s an unspoiled freshness about morning that I’ve always loved. It’s my very favorite part of the day because it holds a bit of mystery and potential and even promise.…