Monday, April 30, 2012

Welcome Back

The bluebonnets have gone to seed and our roadsides have grown gold-and-flame blanket flower. We've had no rain, four weeks now and counting, but roots transmit damp held deep in clay.

I've been away from Hill Country Mysteries with other commitments and writing, Texas travel and catching up with distant loved ones.  All good but I'm past due catching up with my I'm starting here with a few visual stories.
Wilson and McDermott took us to Mammoth Cave (largest in the US) in Kentucky years back, we took them to Cave Without A Name in Boerne (who needs big when you have amazing?) 

Scimitar-horned oryx grazing among prairie verbena in a Hill Country pasture.  This endangered species is extinct in its native African range from over-hunting. Texas now holds about 11,000, the largest population in the world, most on private game ranches where owners have bred and managed herds to attract big-money hunters. I don't like the idea of animals bred for shooting sport.  But the idea of gone forever is worse.

White prickly poppies dance in the wind. The foliage scratches like thistles and all parts of the plant are poisonous, but the diaphanous petals flutter like a ballerina's skirts and bees find a banquet in the nectar.

While we banquet at the Dodging Duck.
Wilson & McDermott, Denny and me.  Our roots go deep.

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