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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Looking Ahead
A cruise onto the morning porch reveals a light, soft fog over the pasture, a refreshing chill in the air, and that’s about it.
Garden News
45. The temperature this morning at my house. This seems right. Winter is coming. To Texas. It feels good.
The Visitor
Carrying On
Home, again. Home, again. It feels good.
Mist Flowers
This past spring, I added a Gregg’s Mist flower to my plant collection. It’s done well. So, has the garden spider.
Storms
A midnight storm woke me up. Lightning crashed and thunder rolled. But like a passing goodbye kiss or a quick hug, it was gone before I knew it.
New Plants
It’s always interesting to put new plants in the ground and see how they do.
Pink
Pretty and pink pretty much describes the current state of my gardens.
Cherry Blossoms
The nice thing about tile floors is they allow you quickly to stomp a scorpion when one makes it into the house.
Soft Summer
It’s been a good summer for our pink turks caps. Actually, it’s been a good summer for everything.
Tree Time
And I wonder, if I only had one job to do in this life, that maybe planting one tree was a good thing to have accomplished. No one will write a story about me, but the world will know, or at least this part of it.
Time Travel
Went time travelling yesterday. Visited the Chisos Mountains. Tried to imagine what it was like when that first hot vent opened up and out popped hot rock, lava.
On the Road
Went for a ride yesterday across the bottom of the old inland sea they now call west Texas.
Wonderland
I stepped through the looking glass last Tuesday evening. Stepped out again yesterday, Friday, around noon. This is what happened.
Spider Time
A black and yellow garden spider has set up shop in the turks cap beneath the Mexican plum in the little garden at the west end of the south porch in the tifway yard.
Phase Two
I need thicker hide, tougher skin, something to absorb the blows. Every little thing these days feels like a personal affront. I realize as I get older that my skin gets thinner, but you’d expect better callouses on the emotional side.
Correction
I am on bended knee begging forgiveness. I have sullied the reputation of ground squirrels with my allegations of peach pilfering.
Night Visitors
Here we go. Summer. The morning air is hot and heavy. With no rain, it will keep building like this, until one morning it will feel like I’m living in an oven.
Sweet Fruit
On my drive home from Marble Falls yesterday, I saw the tail end of a large rainbow touching the ground. It was off toward the east where the rain was falling, created by the sun, low in the west.
Taking a Pause
I put on a long sleeve shirt and worked in the yard day Friday I needed the shirt because I was hauling brush. I have a deal with my arborist son. He trims; I haul.