There are some aspects of the Texas hill country I'd miss. However, one of those things will NOT be the dry/drought conditions we face, especially in summertime. Sago palms and succulents are their own brand of pretty, for sure. But I grew up in the southeastern part of Texas near the Louisiana border, so I was accustomed to sufficient rain that supports thriving flora. There was no missing the arrival of spring every March when the azaleas and dogwoods burst forth with blooms. The profusion of color is always a sight to behold as God's creation heralds its annual rebirth in anticipation of Easter when we celebrate Jesus' resurrection.
When we were at the lake house recently, I oohed and aahed over all of the lovely azaleas in our neighborhood. Virtually every home had at least a couple of them. I loved it so much that I asked our new yard person to plant several azalea bushes across the front of the house when she was upgrading some of the landscaping for me. I contemplated white, but then decided to go with a vibrant pink that should be a nice pop of color against the home's exterior.
One afternoon at the lake when I was out on the back porch considering the addition of sage as a replacement for sad looking flowers in the landscape beds, I spied a guy and his golf cart down near the water. Thinking he had hit a realllly lousy drive that overshot the #11 cup, I zoomed in with my camera and realized he wasn't golfing, but rather fishing. Now isn't that handy? Our community is a pretty great two-fer for golfers and anglers.
Speaking of fish, the husband and I enjoyed another fabulous meal at this great Cajun restaurant just a few miles down the road from our lake house. I'm not a catfish fan, but the husband said it was amazing. I know I thoroughly enjoyed my fried shrimp, which reminded me of the way my sweet granny and mom used to whip them up for us back in the day. It was always a tasty treat any time those two hit the kitchen.