Peaches

Earlier this week August and I began the day with picking these small, juicy peaches off my Grandfather's trees. The sounds of roosters crowing and goats bleating before the sun rose was exactly what I needed to hear.

Peaches gently perfumed the air. It was the scent of summers spent at my Grandparent's house. So much has changed, even the mourning doves have changed their song, but for a moment my childhood and August's existed together, side by side.

This is the most powerful face in my world right now.

I shall be telling this with a sigh...

Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." ~ Robert Frost























Not one of my favorite poets but a piece from one of my favorite poems. We took to the road again last week, after six months of maternity leave.  We journeyed into the hot oven that is west Texas, worlds away from the green, fertile, pastures and wooded neighborhoods of east Texas. We will be living with dust and cacti for the next few months. Maybe it will rain in August, it aways did when I was growing up here. It is a unique place.