The Garden
I've been working madly trying to turn this backyard into a garden before the weather gets too hot and without spending a fortune. Here we have some kind of sage (I'm trying to go native and drought resistant) and some sunflower and zinnia seedlings. It's pretty sparse now, but by July, it should be a riot of color.
Gwendy Lynn at the H3 Ranch
Here is Gwendy Lynn hanging out at the H3 Ranch, a Stockyards establishment where they have dead animal heads on the walls, a beer called "Buffalo Butt" and the best pulled pork sandwich I've ever had.
fort Worth Botanic Garden
The Botanic Garden is the best place for a photo shoot. It's extremely popular with brides and quinceaneras and adoring mothers like me.
Alll Gardening, All the Time
Last weekend, Gwendolen saw Disney on Ice with Lauren and I ushered at Circle Theater's production of "Art". We all went to an opening at the Modern on Saturday, and attended the Ballet's, "Cleopatra," on Sunday. Now I'm back to trying to turn this parched patch of earth into something resembling a garden. Flopsy, happy bunny that he is, has run of the whole garden. He has taken a fancy to Mexican heather.
Too busy to blog about them at the time, but I'm glad Gwenny got to see Disney on Ice without my having to take her. "Art" is a fantastic play and the Circle did it well. The Modern's openings shut down too early (8 pm) to attract a young, hip crowd (they have old and rich, or so it would seem.) It's always a treat to go there. Because of severe budget shortfalls, the Ballet is performing to recorded music now, and the musician's union is picketing. I miss the live music, but I understand. "Musicians get paid twice as much as dancers, Stevenson whines in the program," I just wonder why they had to record the Chinese symphony playing the Rimsky Korsakov score. We gotta outsource classical music now?
Horse Thieves continuned
Fool me once...how does it go again, George? Doing due diligence, I thought, I asked the local nursery to recommend a landscaper. James Baker was cute enough, but how does anyone who calls themselves a landscaper install the edging so wrong? Like I wouldn't notice?
Texas bluebonnets
Bluebonnet season is here. A few furious, drenching storms have started to turn dry grass green and with the green come the bluebonnets. Beautiful blue wildflowers that grow in uncultivated fields, bluebonnets remind me of the lupine that blanket the hills of Salinas (CA) in the spring. Right: Lupensis texensis, the state flower of Texas: Left: Lupensis succulentus, its California cousin.
Wichita Falls
Not many would consider themselves lucky to have to make the two hour drive from Fort Worth to Wichita Falls for work, but I do. It's a fascinating place, where futuristic-looking fifties architecture--now mostly boarded up--meets the distinctive western-style brick of a Texas town. It's the Main Street of Small Town America. Or was. It's now so eerily quiet that I could stop my car in the middle of the street to snap a picture of a building I liked. Close to the border with Oklahoma, everything is named "Texoma," as in Texoma Auto Repair. 
I can only wonder at its bustling commercial and industrial heyday--coinciding with the invention of air conditioning, perhaps? Of of big cars that could take ranch families to town on Saturdays. Whatever its story is, Wichita Falls has the patina of decay, the optimistic exuberance of fifties design, and the charm of the American vernacular that gets me getting out my camera.
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