Thirty six cups of coffee, two dozen eggs, three dozen tortillas, pico de gallo, hash browns, and fresh squeezed orange juice from Texas fruit from the valley -- that was breakfast for the pizza group this morning. Hershey, the wiener dog, wandered off into the woods, provoking a search -- Debbie in her pink robe and flip-flops leading the way. We sat around picnic tables under the mesquite trees in perfect seventy degree weather to eat and talk. Matt gave his two year old daughter Evie rides in the wagon behind the John Deere and she laughed out loud the whole time. A game of chicken foot got organized on the front porch. Chris' lost earrings necessitated some plumbing work in the guest bath and a trip to the Wilson County Hardware store for a new P-Trap. David replaced two electrical sockets in the kitchen and bath and put a new chute on the lawn mower. Jenna played her guitar on the front porch. David and Diann took a walk around the pasture with two dogs in tow. Half of us walked over to the big sandstone rock where my cousins and I have been carving our initials for forty years. I led another group on a hike on the perimeter of the property, stopping under the huge oak trees for Matt, Jenna, and Julie to climb. Jared and Sarah arrived to join the group and the Henderson's and Mobley's took a trip to San Antonio to walk the river and eat out, celebrating LeAnn's birthday. The Creeches and Haynes' stayed behind to keep the dogs and played round after round of "What's Yours Like?" Melinda, Jenna, and Chris cleaned up the kitchen and we tuned into the Oklahoma Sooners game, waiting for our Sooner fans to return from the city. The ebb and flow of the day has been simple and rich.
Thirty six cups of coffee, two dozen eggs, three dozen tortillas, pico de gallo, hash browns, and fresh squeezed orange juice from Texas fruit from the valley -- that was breakfast for the pizza group this morning. Hershey, the wiener dog, wandered off into the woods, provoking a search -- Debbie in her pink robe and flip-flops leading the way. We sat around picnic tables under the mesquite trees in perfect seventy degree weather to eat and talk. Matt gave his two year old daughter Evie rides in the wagon behind the John Deere and she laughed out loud the whole time. A game of chicken foot got organized on the front porch. Chris' lost earrings necessitated some plumbing work in the guest bath and a trip to the Wilson County Hardware store for a new P-Trap. David replaced two electrical sockets in the kitchen and bath and put a new chute on the lawn mower. Jenna played her guitar on the front porch. David and Diann took a walk around the pasture with two dogs in tow. Half of us walked over to the big sandstone rock where my cousins and I have been carving our initials for forty years. I led another group on a hike on the perimeter of the property, stopping under the huge oak trees for Matt, Jenna, and Julie to climb. Jared and Sarah arrived to join the group and the Henderson's and Mobley's took a trip to San Antonio to walk the river and eat out, celebrating LeAnn's birthday. The Creeches and Haynes' stayed behind to keep the dogs and played round after round of "What's Yours Like?" Melinda, Jenna, and Chris cleaned up the kitchen and we tuned into the Oklahoma Sooners game, waiting for our Sooner fans to return from the city. The ebb and flow of the day has been simple and rich.
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