We spent Easter with my Mom in Texas and took her along home with us. I have been planning for 10 years to see the bluebonnets in the Texas hill country in April. It lived up to all expectations. Mom, Don and I drove the 13 miles of the Willow City Loop—a narrow road through the hills and ranches, complete with cattle guards and a few longhorn cattle. The bluebonnets were phenomenal—grand sweeps of them. They smelled wonderful too. It was one of those peak experiences where coming out I said, “I could die now a happy woman.”
We also saw San Antonio, the Riverwalk and a five missions bus tour ending, of course, at the Alamo. A great history tour—we loved learning more about the other missions too, making a more complete picture.
We stopped at my cousin Germaine and Roman’s home in the Mark Twain National Forest in Missouri. Roman took each of us on the ATV around the property through the woods. A wonderful visit.
Friends say on the phone, “I’ll bet you can’t wait to get home.” My answer is a resounding “No.” Life on the road is invigorating. Why do we want to go back to so much house compared to the camper, all that yard work, all those meetings and obligations? Of course a cruise around the lake on the pontoon boat and lunch on the deck amid the oaks reminds us of why we love our little house on the lake in the forest.
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