The “tree guys” are still at it and will be for some time, so I rode off in search of Texas again. This time quite literally, on a horse, not far from Aquilla.
|Is This Texas?|
It was a crisp sunny morning and Trace enjoyed moving out across the weirdly green landscape. Was this Texas? It seemed too green. Not that I’m complaining, after all, Texas is a big state and it’s only right to expect local variation.
|Maybe This is Texas?|
We came across an unblemished white calf. That seemed pretty Texas, in an Old Testament kind of way.
|Arthurian Legends, of Texas|
Maybe the woods were Texas, the Arthurian legend part of Texas. I was hoping to spot some deer or pigs but didn’t see any, just a rabbit being chased by a hawk. Texas style.
|Two Horses Look at Texas|
Ride over, two curious horses checked out the tack for Lone Star State credentials and I think they were pleased with what they saw.
So, did I find Texas? I certainly found a bit of it suspiciously green and lush after our heavy rain, and if horses and riding out across unspoiled country in Hill County counts as Texas, well, the search was a success.
Back at the Compound, the “tree guys” have unaccountably stopped work. I don’t know if that’s “Texas” or some other thing.