In the recent gusty wind of West Texas, one of our “dog warning” signs was blown from it’s post. I found Clovis laying near it with more of a sheepish look than a sheep dog. Before I could say anything of his presumed laziness, he reminded me that there are two signs, his “on guard” sign and another one that states the he ” can make it to the gate in 2.8 seconds can you?”
He can do that, and he can get there just as quick from either a laying or a standing position.
Let sleeping dogs lie. ††† en theos ††† jim
Ah the magic of the blue road. Where else are you going to find a camel stretching to the max to reach the other side of the fence. And then to be able to pull over and observe, record and learn. You just don’t get this stuff on the Interstates!
We always think that some destination, some thing, a certain time is going to be the catalyst to change, to something better. But once you get there, get that something, reach that date, there are just as many flies a circling in the ointment.
In the words of my man Toby:
Where would I be, without you
I’d be packin’ my bags when I need to stay
I’d be chasin’ every breeze that blows my way
I’d be buildin’ my kingdom just to watch it fade
Away, it’s true
That’s me without you
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:34
enjoy who you are, where you are and live with Him for today. That’s all you really got. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
The snow started in earnest last night. It persisted all night and a table on the patio shows evidence of the 7 inches of the cold stuff.
I went to bed last night with all these Currier & Ives kind of photographs that I could get up and make this morning. Upon arising and roosting next to a propane fire in the comfort of my Lazy Boy red leather recliner I came to a more realistic thought. I am a West Texas boy and I don’t like snow. I like the romance of it all and the look of those heavenly flakes falling so quietly to our parched land. But alas, I am not getting out.
Maybe it stems from seeing a bumper sticker in New Mexico during my youth. It read: ” If God had of meant for Texans to ski, He would have mad bullsh#t white.” My dad had to explain the meaning to me, but I think the message struck a chord and stayed with me.
I am thankful for the distant beauty of it and the needed wetness for the land. But it can melt now and bring back my desert. So I post a dust bowl like image from our recent visit to Seminole State Park. That is dust, sand and rock on the ground, not snow!……………en theos†††jim
Butterflies yesterday, the forecast of rain today and tomorrow. Thunderheads to the southwest at sundown, lighting in the evening, but we still wait for rain. Even cats want water every once in a while.
Be ready for storms on your journey†††nada te turbe†††jim
I have seen barbed wire all my life, but like a lot of things, I never really saw the true beauty of it. I have spent way too much time walking past things that are all around me without stopping to look. . I am trying so hard to find my heart and the little stuff serves as a lesson to wake the hell up……..enjoy…nada te turbe…..jim†