Folks travel from around Texas to the eastern Hill Country town of Wimberley to forget their big-city blues in the old-time feel of the stone circle at the center of town.
Art galleries and funky shops entertain. But the real draw is living within rough limestone hills cut by clear tumbling creeks, a quiet land perfect for releasing the tension that knots at the base of the neck.
When the Farris family from Katy, TX near Houston began looking for a family getaway home, Wimberley was at the top of their list. They fell in love with the first place they saw, a spacious home clad in white-and-gold Austin limestone, sited in a grove of oaks and surrounded by 80 hilly acres, including a wet-weather creek and year-round pond behind the home.
But Darla Farris really fell in love after walking through the front doors. Inside, the architecture echoed the landscape in limestone walls and soaring ceilings complemented by woods and natural materials.
Darla decorated her home to be a place where grandkids and dogs could play, and folks could prop their boots on the coffee table without damaging her style of rustic elegance.
I shared Darla's decorating secrets in my Spaces article, which ran in the San Antonio Express-News and the Houston Chronicle. For more about her Hill Country style plus many more photos, click the link above. Who knows? Maybe you'll be inspired to add a little Hill Country to your home. Copyright 2009-2013 Kathleen Scott, for Hill Country Mysteries. Unauthorized reproduction is prohibited.
This morning we opened the door to a rare-fog dawn. Perfect for a quiet walk instead of the clamor of the gym.
About a third of the way around our circle a flock of American Widgeons (ducks) passed overhead, possibly newly arrived from Canada, just in front of the Arctic cold front coming this weekend. Temperatures in the 30's are considered spring weather in Canada, the birds will feel right at home.
Another half-mile and a covey of Northern Bobwhite (quail) flushed beside the lane, our first sighting in the seven years we've lived in this old ranch territory. Looked like a family. They must be skilled woodsmen to have survived in a country of coyotes, raccoons, foxes and other predators. Female bobwhite photo from Wikipedia.
We didn't see any wild turkeys today. They're fairly common here--uncomfortably so during mating season when the toms will attack anything moving in the vicinity of their hens, including people, strollers and cars. The flocks are probably keeping a low profile during a season when they star on the table.
A young Rufous Hummingbird welcomed us home. He's been hanging around since late September. Guess he didn't get the message that his kind migrates to Mexico.
He's following in the wingbeats of past rufous hummingbirds who wintered here. For the last two winters, starting in September or October, a subadult male rufous has hung out near our feeders, leaving in mid-March as the spring migrants arrive from the south.
It may not be a bad survival choice for the birds.
We'll be colder here than Mexico but if the bird is from northern Canada or Alaska, our winter cold will be warmer than some nights on his summering grounds. There are thickets here with tree sap and insects for dinner plus protection from elements. Not to mention the bonus of feeders for fast energy.
He might be safer here than flying hundreds of miles over strange territory in capricious weather finding who-knows-what for food and shelter along the way.
A 'For Sale' sign is still out in front of our house. I'm thinking if we get an offer anytime soon we might have to add a hummingbird feeder clause to the contract.