Spring has come to Austin. The plum (or peach, but I think it’s plum and it never bears fruit anyway) is resplendent. I am going to sound like Anne of Green Gables, but it’s like the tree is wearing her finest raiment. If I were 12 and an orphan, I’d Read more…
“One of the things I always tell my kids is that it’s OK to head out for wonderful, but on your way to wonderful, you’re gonna have to pass through all right,” Withers says. “When you get to all right, take a good look around and get used to it, Read more…
I went out to the farm again today, this time to ride. Since the main ring is closed because it’s still too wet, there was a queue for the round pen, for which we have to sign up. So I got Frisbee, groomed him again (and despite yesterday’s hard work, Read more…