‘Twas the Night Before Donkmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Some small creature was stirring; could it be a mouse? There weren’t any stockings because I don’t care: Festive decor is not quite my affair. Two dogs were sprawled out all across the big couch While I couldn’t sleep, which made me a grouch. I …

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Party of Five

It’s a bright, brisk Sunday morning where the grass and leaves twinkle with a million drops of dew. I’m reclined on my couch with a cup of cool coffee grateful for the weather being such that I can open the windows and let the fresh country air move through my house. The donkeys are enjoying …

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Waiting out the Storm

It’s an East Texas downpour out there---the kind where I know that somewhere beyond the endless sheets of rain is a brown barn that inside, must be awfully loud beneath a tin roof, although I can’t see more than a blur of gray and swaying, green smudges that are the swelling leaves of new, spring …

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The Morning Five Foster Donkeys Arrived

In my freshly shined boots and my one pair of jeans without any holes, I’m standing at the edge of the gravel road out in front of the ranch. The sun has only barely peeked over the treetops; it’s morning rays filtering everything in a lively, lemony hue. Little Foot is securely fastened in a …

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The Ghosts of Summer: Part Two

Before reading below, make sure you've read Part One! Link here: The Ghosts of Summer: Part One   The black widow’s eight legs are sharp and shiny like daggers. Clearly, she’s sharpened them. In my left hand is the hose, still running---the water splashing heavily in the mud around my feet. Like yesterday, I look around …

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A World Within Weeds

It was a morning in the 7th circle of hell...er...I mean Texas summer heat. Barely into June and already, the ground was cracking from dehydration. I attempted to make sweet potato fries the other day and accidentally set the oven to broil. After only minutes, those squiggly root vegetables looked, well, pretty much how the …

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You’re Done, Dead Weight

On our property are several pecan trees. During the fall, literally 1000’s of pecans fall with the leaves -- some crack open and some don’t. Pecans that do crack open are quickly discovered by hungry donkeys who look forward to the tasty, autumn treat.   During the summer time, however, the pecan trees turn into …

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The Last Little Rockstar

The mid-afternoon air hung heavily around us as King Ranch and I stood behind the wooden back house with chipping red paint that sits a ways back on our property The back house is a dilapidated structure that we were told was the original house on the property. One side of it appears to have …

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Life and Death, Again. I Guess That’s the Way of Things.

It wouldn't rain. My goodness, had it been trying to, but it just would not rain. The thing about late, Texas spring is that when the sky tries to rain, but can’t, we’re all left wandering through soupy, walking-through-a-warm-wash-cloth air that gets trapped around the middle of the rib-cage when you inhale. For those of …

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