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Deep in the heart of Texas

Monday, 2 April, 2012

There was a time in my life where if you had told me I would one day spend part of a weekend walking through a field of wildflowers in Texas I never would have believed you.

I still find it hard to believe, even after living here for over a year.

Living in a city with tall trees and buildings makes the flatness sort of disappear. But out there in country there’s no avoiding it: I am homesick for the mountains. I miss their coolness even on the hottest days, I miss their smell and their stillness and their silence that really isn’t silence at all.

Or homesock, as I first typed it. One time I called my arms my yarns. The knitting has assimilated me.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Monday, 2 April, 2012 5:30 pm

    Very nice pic – lovely in it’s own way.
    Yes, knitting can invade your typing and cause errors – Freudian slip..slip PSSOs 🙂

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    Saturday, 7 April, 2012 9:09 pm

    There is beauty everywhere and you have seen plenty of it in Texas. That field of blue bonnets is beautiful and more than that seeing you and Charlie in the middle of it makes me heartsick for you.
    But…mountains do have a way of getting under your skin. More than that it is where you grew up.

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