I live in the prairies of North Texas – there’s not a lot here that like… if you’re from a place with forests, what we have here barely counts as trees. There’s some scrub oak and pecan, but it’s not
Autumn Comes with Scarlet, and I’m a nerd

I live in the prairies of North Texas – there’s not a lot here that like… if you’re from a place with forests, what we have here barely counts as trees. There’s some scrub oak and pecan, but it’s not
A story about fucking around and finding out, Halloween style.
Sometimes, on a morning in September, you spare a thought to wonder when the sun will come up – you know the light is getting later in the mornings, and coffee comes before the dawn. And then a single raindrop
I’m not talking about “local food” – which is to say, food grown locally to your area (though I try to do that as well, and rather like my supermarket’s easy designation of things that are grown within 100 or
Because I think it froze over. (go read this to get the joke) I live on Galveston Bay. It is warm here, all year round. It doesn’t do things like “winter” but for very short stints of “moderately cold” for