Dear Miss Jenna, I was out and about in the gardens the other day, and thought I’d share a picture of what I found. It looks like we got the missing rain back to Texas just in time. We’ve been getting enough rain on the gardens that the trees, flowers and fairies can get things ready for winter. Here is a picture of one of the fairy rings I have found so far, and … Continue reading
Things are really coming to life in the gardens, a lot of curious things are going on. I can’t wait until your visit so you can show them to me. It seems that though I am in the garden almost every day, but I don’t really see it until it a little cowgirl shows it to me. We know that the best thing to grow in any garden is a child’s wonder and imagination. The sweetest song that comes out of a summer garden is not made by a songbird, it is made by a child’s laughter. And the echo of that laugh will remain in the garden, long after the songbirds have stopped singing. Continue reading
Now, I have to admit, I had formed an attachment to our intrepid hero by now. With the storms, the birds, a flood, and all else that Billy-Bob had gone through to survive to this point, I admired the hearty creature. And as long as I kept a respectable distance, he would let me get close, snap a picture, poke around. It was getting on to Halloween, nights were getting chilly. The winds shifted from the north, the tree Billy-Bob called home was swaying violently in the wind. I placed a pole into the pot, and tied the tree to it, hoping to stabilize it a bit for him. Then the freezing rains came in. I knew it wouldn’t be long now. Continue reading
Dear Miss Jenna, I hope you can see by these pictures, that I am taking really good care of your spider. When Billy Bob moved under the porch, he must have eaten quite a bit. He’s starting to grow a bit. He’s big enough now that he comes out in the day to hunt. He’s done a great job of ridding the yard of grasshoppers. Even as big as Sally got, it was nothing like … Continue reading
I have been spared of the decision. Nature made it for me. (Read about the dilemma here; Billy Bob and the Moral Dilemma) The recent storms that blew through were pretty rough. In my 10 years here, it was some of the worst I’d seen in that short of a time. During one particularly bad downpour, I wondered how Billy Bob was holding up. I looked out the back door to check on him. There … Continue reading
