Gardening

Summertime could wreak havoc on my mother’s nerves. School recessed and for a young family with no money, well, there was the lake, there was the junkyard, and there were blueberries in late July. My mother insisted on full out tennis shoes for each of us kids on days when she couldn’t tolerate us lounging…

My friend GiGi and I attended an event honoring Jose Antonio Navarro at the Texas State Cemetery last April. As social as it was informational, the small stone room hosting all of us enclosed the group in the colors and aromas of Old Mexico. Small colorful sarapes were draped across each round table. At the…