I was born and raised in northeastern Ohio and spent much of my young adult life in southeastern Michigan, gazing at the expansive, flat fields of wheat and corn. From there I made a pit stop in Nashville, Tennessee, experiencing the green, rolling hills in that region for six months, unexpectedly having to return to Ohio.
From there life rerouted me to Texas, the Lone Star State, uniquely decked out as cowboy country with more men wearing cowboy hats than in other places. I felt at home in Texas. I liked playing cowgirl, which came naturally. The sophisticated lifestyle for me was unfamiliar territory. I’m not saying a sophisticated lifestyle was foreign to Texans. Quite not so.
My new environment differs much from any other I’ve experienced. I’ve been told that the latter part of September until the middle part of May brings wonderful weather, and my husband says a person wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. I know for a fact that it’s hot in summer, people. Really HOT! Yes, low humidity helps. Did I say it’s HOT? But I love it! Skies are blue most of the time. Hurricanes do not often molest the landscape here, but no land is without hazard, and I’ve experienced my first dust storm. Whew! And it was mild. I’d hate to see a strong one! An alert hit my phone, and less than three minutes after, the marauder appeared on the horizon!
I’m stopping here, because I don’t like long posts. I know. It’s too long already. I apologize.
Blessings to you all…