I had to cut my time in Mexico short….all for the nerve of a tooth. The nerve that was causing me pain, as well as the lack of nerve that kept me from having it fixed in Mexico. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and all I gained was $800 dentist bill. It’s all behind me now, and I can once again smile and inhale at the same time.
I came back to some beautiful spring-like days in Texas, the one place you hope the ground hog really does see his shadow, since some winter days can often be the best time of year. Green buds on the trees can only mean triple digits aren’t far behind. I have long said Texas has only two seasons; green and brown.
Oh, I try to see the positive aspects – the Gaudi-like twisted, tangled trunks of the old live oaks, the stark architectural angles of the barren cottonwoods exposing the summer homes left behind by the migratory birds. I try to appreciate the sound of my own breath in the woods, drowned out by the crisp crunch of the fallen leaves beneath my boot heel. But if I am honest with myself…fact is, brown gets me down.
At least I am fortunate enough to be near the Cedar Ridge Preserve in the old growth cedar woods where an occasional tuft of evergreen accents the otherwise monochrome palette.
The winding trails through the gnarled cedars offer just enough interest…the whiterock escarpment just enough challenge…and the absence of fair weather crowds, just enough solitude to motivate me to get up out of the chair and go try to find the beauty in the brown…
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.”
~George Gordon, Lord Byron