Sunlight On The Dahlia Patio
Category: Texas
Red Sun Sinking Into The Night
Homecoming Mum On Freckle-Faced Football Fan
Wearing mums to homecoming football games is huge tradition in Texas. Mums are expensive and heavy and attention-getting, and I recall hearing ones adorned with tiny metal footballs jangling on tassles as various nifty mum-recipients made their ways down the halls. Like these feathered-hair, Jean Nate-smelling girls in the mid 80s, brimming with prosperity and popularity.
And what if you didn’t have a mum to tote around from class to class ALL DAY LONG on that relentlessly endless Friday of the homecoming game? Well, look in the mirror. That absence of three feet of ribbon on your chest spells L-O-S-E-R. It’s how they separate the wheat from the chaff.
And don’t forget about the male accompaniment. This fellow is sporting the matching homecoming “garter,” just for boys. He’s pepper to her salt. Maybe that “M” is for mum?
And it’s still a big deal now, my friend, as you can see down below. What you CAN’T see is what they’re wearing underneath all that mumminess!
In the words of Men At Work, I’d have to say these silvery white mums are “overkill.” Ten dollars says they’ll have nacho cheese on them by the third quarter.
Tropical Storm Bill Visits Our Neighborhood Pool
It’s Another Tequila Sunset
Deer With Thing In Its Mouth
Down A County Road, Part II
As I continued down the county road, I passed these signs. The bluebonnets were still hanging on. They usually disappear by tax day, April 15.
There were seas of them.
A storm had possibly split the trunk of this chinaberry tree.
And mesquite trees dotted the land.
But my favorite picture of all showed the shade cast by the limbs of a mighty live oak.
Happy trails to you!
Down A County Road, Part I
I took advantage of the nice spring weather and spent the better part of Friday morning, driving down a nearby county road. I passed this white horse.
And this lemonade stand.
A field of wildflowers.
A rusting propane tank, not unlike the kind I used as my horse when playing cowgirl as a child.
And some wheels that hadn’t been driven in years, better suited for the streets of Havana, Cuba than an antique car graveyard.
Highway Wildflowers
We couldn’t pass these up yesterday. Who knows who long they’ll last?
Fast Times At Martin High 1956
One can only wonder what sorts of shenanigans ensued at the water fountain between a leather jacketed victim, a topless accomplice, and one fellow suffering from a damaged pinky.
These fellows seem pretty psyched to cast their votes for class president.
“Don’t forget to calculate the area of the trapezoids and rhombi, Ese.”
Sometimes you just want to strangle your typing teacher because she’s a controlling bruja.
Been there, my friend.
The Rainbow Connection
A brief shower passed through the city of our sister church, and the youth leader was able to capture a beautiful rainbow above!
Geese: The Mean Girls Of The Fowl World
Look at them with their noses beaks up in the air like the Heathers of the park. Fat chance they’d condescend to to come into contact with the humans.
Chin, high, ladies! Don’t even glance at the homosapiens!
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