There is a sun in Texas, and it finally came out to dry things off. It was a great morning out on the porch, with the mourning doves and their plaintive cooing, warning of the heat to follow.
But we are ready for a little summer now. The land never fails to impress me with its resilience between drought and floods. Puny man frets and fights against it, but the land feral quickly reclaims his efforts when he ceases the struggle against it.