Whenever or as often as I get a chance I love driving around
my great home state of Texas or more specifically every back road, dirt road,
numbered county road and even private roads with the proper permission of
course, where local wildlife can actually be seen still alive and all sorts
of
‘If only the oak trees could
talk’ is my favorite escape.
Plus
I just enjoy all the trees, weeds and wild growing beautiful things not allowed
in manicured Lawn Boy neighborhoods.
Scattered here and there are the very old abandoned
homes.
Stone work crumbling and
weathered wood left to the forces of nature.
Mother earth slowly reclaiming what a long ago family
constructed to keep her out.
I
know I cannot be the only one that visualizes the tin roof in its proper place,
colorful river rock masonry placed with pride and that once eggshell white
picket fence with the mountain laurel growing wild beside the gate.
The two story homestead with a wrap
around porch, sagging balcony and wisteria vines hanging raggedy in empty
windows could have been full of a big happy Ma & Paw Kettle family.
Hey, there is a cow looking at me.
Not exactly native wildlife but it is
local and alive.
Next time you get
a chance drive down a country road you are unfamiliar with and make up your own
stories.
Send me a comment; I
would love to hear about your adventures.
Have a great rest of your Wednesday day.
kisses
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