Every new year of living in the country has brought new appreciation for all the natural beauty that surrounds us. You would think that after 15 years of living in the same place that we would have seen every species of birds, plants and trees that we are ever going to see, but for whatever reason….global warming or maybe I just forgot that I already saw a particular bird or tree….. Sometimes it is fun to make up new ones.

Here are my Rockin’ P Ranch  Arboles Rojos


So Beautiful or So What

so beautiful

In the words of Paul Simon

You know life is what we make it

So beautiful or so what

I’m gonna tell my kids a bedtime story

A play without a plot

Will it have a happy ending?

Maybe yeah, maybe not

I tell them life is what you make of it

So beautiful or so what

Soooooooo beautiful

Some people are like flowers, they are sooooo beautiful.  There is a lot of so what and so awful in the world, but I will never be inspired by that.

Will Pose for Food

this is going to coast you.....

Sky was very patient while I painted her sitting in front of the bay in Rockport. She finally said “Just take a picture” Well we did take about 500 with the two Canons and of-course video with the Flip camera from the minute that we left the ranch until we stopped at Dairy Queen for vanilla ice cream!!!!!

There Are No Words

My running route in San Antonio has been the same neighborhood forever…..First with two Shelties as running buddies, then Christopher in a pram, I ran alone for awhile, and then was happily accompanied by my talkative little buddy Peyton in a baby jogger. The music on my Ipod keeps me motivated and often mirrors my thoughts. Last week, I was running down a familiar street and passed houses that I have seen for years.  A man is walking to his door….They Sprinkled Moondust in your Hair. I see a flash of beautiful silver white hair. With Gold and Starlight in your Eyes of Blue. I don’t see his eyes, not this time. I run on thinking, maybe  next time… It is a rare treat to see someone that reminds me of Daddy Bub. Yesterday, running down the same street, I did not see a living soul, but I was listening to an instrumental by Kinisi and the title was This Mans Lives…..

the angels got together to create a dream come true...

Tonight’s gonna be a Goodnight

That’s because this afternoon was such a good one. I have been reading and pouring over a great book about Marc Chagall A poet with the wings of a painter. He lived to be 97 !!!!! Most of his paintings have goats depicted in them due to his religious background…….

I have a new goatian angel and I feel her little bossy self following me around wherever I go and I love it. For the first time in fourteen years of living in the country…a scorpion walked across my barefoot toes and skittered off without stinging me…..una milagro! I will sleep peacefully knowing that such a wise, godly goat creature is looking after us!


The title of this post should be…..Things Can Always Be Worse, but Leicaman has used that one before. We are trying to find a home for two rowdy rambunctious Barbado male sheep. Two days ago, I was ready to find them a home in someone’s freezer with a side dish thrown in. They are so cute when they are first born. That does not last long. When they have the chance, they chase our poor goat, Bridgette until we come to her rescue. They are unmistakenly male and that becomes apparent at an early age. Fortunately a sheep can not mate with a goat, so we have been limited to the pair of rams who appear to be coyote proof.

About two years ago, a perfect pair of miniature goats showed up, male and female. Tom still does not believe me that they just appeared out of nowhere…..The dogs had fun herding them all over the yard and onto the bar be que pit where they thought they belonged. Bark, run, bark, run, bark, bark, bark. You get the picture…….

This morning in the early light, I saw a blur through the window of something chasing something. I would have gladly missed this common event, if not for the deafening barking of five dogs. It looked like  Flaca, our perro callejero (stray dog) was herding one of the rams that are always finding a way out of their pasture. Sky soon joined Flaca in the game, but I could see both rams behind the fence……..Too small for a pony……their target was just what we don’t need!A Barbado ewe that appears to be just about breeding age. Let’s see….gestation period is about five months for lambs. No, Tom this is not April Fool’s….this is reality baby.

Nunca Voy a Olvidar

comiendo queso antes de la boda

Yesterday was one of those days that you will not forget. I say you, but what I mean is I will never forget. I forget the smallest things…like, um, whatever…..BUT being at the beach for just a blink of an eye was magical. With so many little darling four footed friends at home, a longer trip would have been a bigger production. Tom asked me what the best part of the day was…..watching Sky cavort in the waves that were surprisingly warm for the first week in April….that’s a big one. I have to say that one major, big beautiful surprise was driving by the mail box on the way home and seeing a package from a wonderful girl in Illinois. This will be something that I will always cherish. My XOXO e-mail signature was derived from a family that could have invented the X’s and O’s. If the dictionary ever adds these letters of recognition to the LOL and OMG….they will have to add a notation that Debby started it all and I will never have to look up the definition.  Are you trying to guess what was in the box? Debby had informed me that she was going to send me a gift and I knew the contents, but I did not imagine such a huge array of colors that are rich and smooth as silk. Oil pastels I discovered are amazing. Debby has several masterpieces that have inspired me, but just for fun, today, I found a vintage 1978 photograph as a reference to test out the pastels using a Matisse inspired palette. Oh, what a fun week-end!!!!!