A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with wit and watercolor
"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.
With a salute to Rusty Lang, wordwitch of the Tulsa World, and photographer of flowers and neighborhoods extraordinare, these iris grew next to my Dad's grave in Comanche, Oklahoma, by an old post oak that has has been reduced to a stump. I dug some up and have them transplanted in my yard. Thanks for the inspiration, and the hug!
Hostas growing my my yard.
And the azaleas have popped. Scarlet lake red...every time I see them I think of my red-headed cousin Sarah Beth, of Texas!