I love Texas. I was born here. We moved to California when I was five, but every summer we came back for a couple of weeks. Since my parents built a house on Lake LBJ 15 years ago, I've come here to the Hill Country once or twice a year.
Let me take you on a little photographic tour of our day today...
We woke up, had some coffee and walked down to the dock. It was about 75 degrees and slightly breezy.
Today was bean picking day. This is my dad, Ed. These are pinto beans - bet you never thought of picking them before the beans mature, and cooking them like green beans, eh? I remember as a little girl, being served these strange flat cooked green beans. I pushed them around on my plate. Now I can't get enough of them. They taste like home.
We went for a drive, turned down an empty road we hadn't been down before, and came across this prickly pear catus in bloom...
... and found one lone bluebonnet, even though the season has passed...
.... and found a field of black eyed susans next to the railroad track.
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Back at mom and dad's I grabbed a couple of frosty mugs from the freezer and filled them from the beer tap that comes out the side of my dad's downstairs refrigerator. We sat on the porch and enjoyed the late afternoon breeze and ate cheese, celery and nuts. Daddy killed a red wasp that was threatening to build a nest... the biggest worry of our day.
And if you look close at this last picture - click on it to enlarge it - you'll see a for sale sign. Yes, its time for my parents to sell the house and downsize. Have you ever wanted to live on a lake?
Peach cobbler and ice cream to top off a perfect day.
This is why I love Texas.






















