The Caregiver’s Tales
Tiny essays on life, nature, grief and other things that catch my fancy in the Texas Hill Country. Here’s how it all got started.
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- A Resolution 1
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- AC Unit 1
- ALS 1
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- Abyss 1
- Acceleration 1
- Acceptance 2
- Accomodation 1
- Accomplishments 1
- Aches 1
- Acid 1
- Action 1
- Activity 1
- Adjusting 2
- Adoption 2
- Adrift 1
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- Again 1
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- Age 7
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- Anniversary 3
- Anticipation 6
- Antiviral Meds 1
- Ants 1
- Anxiety 2
Something to Offer
Another Day
I never expected to be well into July and hoping for a dry day. But I am. I walked out to feed the cats this morning, and there it was, drizzle.
The Holiday
Yesterday we got rain in the morning, rain in the afternoon, and a sauna in between. For a brief moment it felt like the Gulf Coast.
Rain Day
It’s raining on the Fourth of July and I saw a frog on my porch this morning. The latter jumped into the lavender. The former is simply falling all around.
Uninvited Guests
It’s an odd ritual, but before the lady comes to help clean my house, I clean my house.
Course Correction
I make mistakes. Lots of them. Some worse than others. I made a mistake when I planted the Morning Glory and the Texas Red Honeysuckle too close together on the back fence by the Eve’s Necklace and Mountain Laurel.
Rain Day
I was out on the deck yesterday when a little rain squall blew through. A bit of rain just for us. It fell hard, then stopped. Then started up again a few minutes later. Maybe it was two squalls.
Teamwork
It’s a wonder what two inches of rain will do for a landscape. Everything softens. New leaves pop out of the trees. The grasses spring forth.
Beans
The mesquite is in bloom. I wonder what sort of news that is in the insect kingdom?
Quiet Time
I meant to go sit in the pool last night. Never did. Don’t know why. It’s funny how you can get an idea early in the day to do something, and when the time comes it just seems like too much trouble.
Blessed
Out in the garden, out in the yard, out in the everywhere things are growing.
What I See
There’s a flowerbed in the middle of the tif yard just off the southern porch. We used to grow tomatoes there. Now it’s home to a batch of schoolhouse flowers, wild onions, a lantana, two turks caps, a Mexican plum, a palmleaf mistflower, and johnson grass.
New Friend
I’m going to naturalize another weed to a role in the garden. Although, I doubt the plant will have any idea what’s going on. It will put down roots and grow.
Tiny Flower
There’s a persistent little weed in my garden. It looks like a grass but has stems that are so weak they fall over. It’s one shining attribute is a tiny, two-lobed blue flower that appears every morning before disappearing around noon.
Growing Things
My morning glory is thriving. Spring rains and sunlight are working wonders. Unfortunately, it crushed its makeshift trellis and took it to the ground.
Space for Wildflowers
Yesterday I confessed to owning an above ground pool. Maybe less than a confession more like an acknowledgement.
Smile at Will
Nature. Life’s little instruction book. Particularly, when it comes to making do.
In the Forest
This is the spring of the two blooms. My oaks are putting on new leaves, again. Nice.
In the Company
I was surrounded by my own little diverse garden of friends who provide shade and comfort and feed my soul to help keep me going. Together, I think we might prevail.
First Movement
The wild onion. A treasure in the natural garden.