Not a lotta bloggin’ goin’ on, I know. I’ve been out of town, then trying to catch up at work. Actually, I had a long post yesterday that disappeared into cyberspace.

Last week, the Little Woman and I went to the Hill Country with our good friend, Mike Pullin. Mike arranged for us to use a cabin owned by one of his relatives. It was out in the middle of no-where, surrounded by live oak and other trees. Thanks, Mike.

The Hill Country is God’s gracious gift to Texans. It is beautiful, especially to a West Texas boy used to dusty plains and tumbleweeds. The landscape rolls from hills to valleys to canyons. Limestone juts out of ridges, hollows into caves, and channels clear, cool water in streams and rivers all over the area. Live Oak trees abound, along with Yaupon and Agarita and prickly pear. Deer and other wildlife abounds. Thanks, God, for giving it to us and letting us enjoy it.