Our camping trip to Eisenhower allowed me to really appreciate the last of the summer colors. Texas has a short fall, that begins late and I appreciate the cooler, late summer days full of warm color. I hope you do too. Happy trails! INSTAGRAM│FACEBOOK│TWITTER│YOUTUBE
On a rather dreary and wet morning Keltin and I got ready to head to Ray Roberts State Park to hike. Due to the current pandemic all day passes have to be purchased in advance and we didn’t want to waste the pass. Hoping the weather apps hadn’t lead us astray we set off for
I currently do not own an ice cream maker but I still wanted to make some, so no churn it is. This recipe is fairly simple and tastes pretty good too. Ingredients: 2 ½ C. Whipping Cream – Cold 14 Oz. Sweetened Condensed Milk 3 Tbs. Kahlua – I used homemade, please feel free to
I wrote this poem last summer. I do not remember the context but I felt that it was a good follow up to last weeks fiction post. Childhood is a time of magic and possibilities. Adults know all and there is an adventure waiting just around the corner. Days full of wonder and delight.
I wrote this after having reread The Great Gatsby as an adult. ************ There is a particular feel to summer. It is not just the warming of the weather that makes it time for tanks, shorts, and flip-flops. Summer months are a time of possibility. When we are little the summer is when we are free