Auntie Rachel

As you may have gathered from my last post, I’m an AUNTIE!  Auntie Rachel.  I’ve never been an Auntie before.  Although, I am happy to report I have several lovely Aunties as examples.   So I know what is required of Aunties from day one.  Pictures.  Lots and lots of pictures.  Snacks.  Treats.  Homemade rolls.  Sleepover’s. …

Gone Fishin’

The men and boys in my life love to bow hunt.  This has never appealed to me for various reasons.  Bow season is still hot in Texas.  Which means the mosquitos are still awful.  And, you can’t wear repellent.  And it’s hot.  And well, I just don’t have time for all that. However, I do have…

Sweet Home Alabama

Remember that Pitcher Plant bog a few days ago?  Well, it wasn’t the only thing we saw during our weekend trip!  While my large self cannot fit into my bathing suit at the moment, it didn’t stop me from enjoying the sun, sand, and company. Addie could hardly contain herself and as soon as we hit the…

Boggy Bottom

Road Trip!  There is nothing quite as good as a road trip.  Unless, it’s a road trip to see family and friends.  That makes it even better! I was able to visit recently, a Pitcher Plant Bog.  These are very unique.  It takes a very special ecosystem to support these carnivorous plants.  Addie and I…

This old house…….

About a week or so ago, I told you about an old house I came across while walking.  It was open, so naturally I had to go inside!  Here are the pictures, as promised. I often wonder about houses such as these.  Who lived in them, who built them.  Why they are left to rot…

Last Morning

Today is Wednesday.  It is 7:00 a.m. and I’m on my third cup of coffee.  I can hear the loggers down the road, the depressing sound of saws and falling trees gets more distant each day as they work their way deeper into the forest.  In contrast, there is a small herd of deer in…

Down at the River……

Given the fact we live less than 3 miles from the beautiful Neches River, I’m sorry to say we only visit it 2 or 3 times a year, at best.  This particular Sunday morning, we ran lines.  It was about 7:15 and as soon as we crossed under the Highway 84 bridge, we noticed a…