Pondering all that was and was not in Texas, and the effect of my leaving. I miss the moon, but I am glad to be on my way. First thing in the suitcase is always the indispensable Michelin Plan de Paris, bestowing upon its user superpowers of navigation.
I feel well and truly out from behind The Longhorn Curtain. Storms killed the flowers that were just beginning to lift their heads, and no doubt spiders, scorpions, and wasps will recolonize the cabin. No longer my concern! But I do miss the wild arugula I planted under the oak, that thrived in flood and …