As a Child

During the week that followed Thanksgiving I considered the condition of the ranch, and it was a contemplative exercise. Compared to most of the country, the foliage in South Texas changes color late in the calendar year, if it changes much at all. That the calendar sits open to December and the Texas red oaks … Continue reading As a Child

Finding Gold in the Grass

A couple months ago, after a long, chilly, morning gorge walk, I was dragging my feet down the road in the direction of the house a mile away. Exhausted, exuberance is not an exaggeration of the emotion that flooded in when I saw Jim driving toward me. As I jumped in the Ranger, relieved for … Continue reading Finding Gold in the Grass