Celebrating an early Independence Day on Saturday night, we drove out west on 290 past Johnson City, to the edge of the LBJ ranch in Stonewall, Texas. John was enamored of the moon, I was aghast at the roar of the crickets. Ah Texas!
I love it here. Particularly now after the heavy rains and fragrant blooms. I finally get it, the luxury of the open sky, iconic wooden buildings, the low trees, the sparsely dotted landscape. Glorious.