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No words needed.

I hurt for old bottles out at my brothers land. It rims a canyon that was part of the old XIT ranch. Those old bottle can be found if you look hard. I grow the lavender last summer.

Love summer, hunting bottles, and the beauty of simple things.

After over 195 days of no rain, no snow, nothing. We have rain!!!

May it keep it up for the next two days. They say it should. Hoping it will. ❤️🌸🌿🌾🌈💦

I live in a town that has about 400 people within its hold. There is a school, a post office and there was place to get gas and grab a candy bar, but it’s been destroyed. Hopeful for a new one. A town you have to drive 15 miles to the store for food.

But in this very little town there has never, ever, been squirrels. Never.

One person 20 something years ago brought some in, hoping that they would stay. They died.

Last night thou, my dogs barked at a tree like a cat was up it. My husband and I saw nothing.

This morning, they started barking at the other tree and guess what. A squirrel. We have a squirrel.

A few of my fav things

It’s a Sunday…

TodY I drove 435 miles home. Boring, everyone slept, was a little hard at times to stay awake. Just so happy that I could take my dad.

It was a windy, windy day. Shoved me back all the way home.

I’m starting something new. A photo a day. I may write on my book and I may not. I may just blog.

Here is the first picture of the day. In Dallas with my parents to try and get him help with his back.

It’s a boring afternoon.

My summers pull me away from everything. 

My writing goals, my blog, my goals on cleaning my mom’s house ( she’s a hoarder), and more. I have done a lot to nothing at all really. You look back and wonder WTF. 

So I sit here looking out my window into a bright, warm, beautiful day. Knowing I’m on dry land and thinking about all my brother and sister Texans who are fighting high water, lost homes that were once filled with all their memories, empty bellies, animals displaced. And it’s just so heart breaking. 

#staystrongtexas. 

I have become so overwhelmed with every day life, that I have last all focus on writing, blogging and just being me. 

I feel so ugh…very lifeless. Writing is my soul and makes me feel free. 

I’m about to head up to my still place. 

My place that refreshes my soul. 

Starting Thursday I will be in the mountains, on horse back, breathing clean air, moving cattle. 

When I return, I am going to hit the writing hard. I’m going to be a better me. 

Enjoy life. It’s so short.