Back when I went to school at ST. MM, we learned the 50 states by singing a song. The song went something like this:
Fifty nifty United States
From the 13 original colonies
50 nifty stars in our flag
That billow so beautifully in the breeze
Each individual state contributes a quality that is great
Each individual state deserves a bow let’s salute them know
Alabama Alaska Arizona Arkansas
California Colorado Connecticut
You get the drift …
The ending was Tex-a-fied
North, south, east, west
In our cool considerate deliberate unprejudiced opinion Texas is the best!
Today I am thinking about that song, and my own little parcel on the planet (4.89 acres) somewhere in the middle of South Texas.
We’re about to have new neighbors. The property to the east was all wooded brush until it was sold. Now that someone owns it, they’ve cleared it off except for some cedar trees. I wished I had snapped a picture before the clearing so I would have a before and after. Instead, I stood outside and I took pictures in all four directions.
Here you go for your viewing pleasure:
Sometimes I have to pinch myself so I know I’m not dreaming. I am blessed beyond measure and I’m counting all of those blessings today.
As always, more to come.