
Especially in a place you might least expect it.

hours before the sun peeked its head through the mesquite trees.
While it was still dark outside and even the jack rabbits and cotton tails were sound asleep deep in their holes.
We bundled up in heavy coats, and drove up and down the hard red clay hills.
This is a feeling like no other. No words can explain it.
It is here I see the brightest of reds.
Crimson reds.
Found in the rising of the South Texas sun,
and later that day in the wings of hundreds of butterflies we found feasting on the abundance of Texas wild flowers.
Rare this time of year.

The sure sign of the first freeze.
It comes much later here.

No expectations. No hurry.
I love it here.


But then, once I am home,
I am looking forward to a Suitcase Sale in San Antonio.
Ahhh, I love it here (too).
I am looking forward to a Suitcase Sale in San Antonio.
Ahhh, I love it here (too).