Several years ago, Larry and his brothers bought 160 acres out by Lake Whitney. It's primarily used for hunting and to get away from the women-folk. No better reason for a road trip.
It had been a cold day in Frisco with occasional flurries but once we got to Waxahachie the snow really started to fall. For about thirty seconds, we grew concerned at being iced in; since none of us had ever seen bluebonnets and snow at the same time, we pressed on.
A few years ago, they bought an old trailer. It's comfy and a wonderful respite after coming in from the cold.
Just to the right, a dug-out 20' in diameter sets; it's used for the campfire. On November nights, it's the perfect setting for swapping stories while listening to the train and the sounds from the high school football game a few miles away.
Ol' Yeller - the work truck. Nobody knows how many miles she has on her; but she runs like a horse.
Sure enough, the entire field was covered with bluebonnets.
On the far left about 130 yard in front of the truck, just beyond the clearing, five deer (two visible in the picture) stared at us before bolting off west.
It seems these pictures should inspire some Robert Frost-like poem. Snow, a field of flowers, and a trail.
