post, texas. garza county. lynn county. it smells like oil (or ouhl, if youre from west texas) now, my babies had not smelled that before, so we just told them it smelled like money. they want some. its the place where bub grew up, a place i have been many times, but this past weekend, there were several 'firsts' on my trip to west texas.
we went to post so bub could help his grandTed build a fence. that left me and the kids to entertain ourselves on saturday. little brother 'helped' build the fence, baby rabbit went with me out on the town and we did just fine. 'first' number one: i drove to our auntie's house. yes, its 5 blocks away, but im directionally challenged, something about not having enough iron in my nose, according to my friend danielle -- and i was very nervous the entire way, besides, i had my baby girl with me! so much could happen. eh. we made it. dont worry.
i even took that little rabbit to trade days on main street. thats 'first' number two. i drove even a few MORE blocks (sans navigation system, mind you) for a sweet cherry lime from holley's drive in. thats 'first' number three. but girl, thats nothin. just you wait, henry higgins.
i will stop listing firsts, because they are just so numerous, it would wear us all slick.
i got to see the cotton farm. the cotton was tall and lush and green. i acted like i knew all about cotton farming, so my kids would continue to believe that i was the smartest person in the world. they were impressed.
i drove around flushing up little parties, get togethers, if you will, of dove in hopes of getting a few in the air for bub to shoot. nothin doin, but it was fun. there were no dove killed in the production of this blog. there was, however, some other kind of bird that little brother shot, he was very proud and a little disturbed by it all.
oh- what did i drive, you ask? a slick. black. leather interiored. honda. odyssey. farm truck of the year. thats right. please do not try this at home. we had to wash it 3 times to take it back to the big city.
before we started our day at the farm, i had a tasty (and necessary) dose of coffee, just so you know, its JUST a farm. no farmhouse. no water closet. nature calls. another first. thats all about that.
when we left the farm, the kids played in the river and painted one another with clay-ish mud. bub climbed some rocks that looked like they would crumble out from under him. i took pictures.
one of the greatest things on our trip was watching the kids ride a horse for the first time.
it was the first time (ok, i lied. i have told you more firsts. im sorry.) the first time i knew bub was dreaming of building a house at the farm and moving there permanently - and i wasnt rolling my eyes and laughing a disapproving laugh. i was entertaining the idea. maybe entertained BY the idea of myself farming or working cattle. its something i know you would all love to see.
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