Goldthwaite is a small town west of here, where I spoke to the Garden Club on Thursday. Thanks, ladies, for inviting me--it was lots of fun. And we certainly enjoyed the gourmet goodies that are spread out on that table you can glimpse in the adjoining room. I dearly love small towns, and this one made me feel right at home.
Bill went with me (hey--I got to knit the whole way!). We had a lovely drive, with some pretty sights along the way. Here is a pair of mules assigned to guard a large flock of goats--all enjoying some sweet green grass on a warm and sunshiny afternoon in the Hill Country.
Friday was Austin, and three events: the University of Texas Forum in the morning, the Pflugerville Library in the afternoon, and Westlake Barnes & Noble in the evening. It was a long day, but each event was different and all were interesting. In between, there was time to pop into the Quilt Store on Anderson Lane and buy a couple of fat quarters for a quilted vest I have in mind. A lady I met in Tucson was wearing a gorgeous quilted vest, and gave me the name of the book that inspired it: Easy Reversible Vests, by Carol Doak. I found the book and am waiting for the inspiration.
Saturday was Austin again, and a book signing at the Lady Bird Johnson Wild Flower Center, where I found this splendid Spanish Dagger, standing tall and proud near the main gate. Most of our native yuccas grow close to the ground, so it was a pleasure to see this one, which must be seven or eight feet tall. I always enjoy signing at the WFC, because so many friends drop in to say hello--and because it's such a delightful place to spend the afternoon.
But there are plenty of garden beauties right here at home, and I'm glad that most of the travel is over. (Not quite all: I'll be in the D.C. area later in the week, visiting two libraries with Linda Lear, Beatrix Potter's biographer.) Today I cleaned house (there is no pleasure quite like the pleasure of a clean kitchen floor) and pulled a few weeds. And took time out to admire this gorgeous purple clematis climbing the arbor near the path to the meadow. Ah, so good to be home!
Reading note. I cannot have a spiritual center without having a geographical one; I cannot live a grounded life without being grounded in a place.--Scott Russell Sanders