Heading to Texas

This morning we leave for Texas. It’s just like me to be feeling a little lonesome—already, in this instance, for these blue, blue New Mexico skies. More than likely it’s just my way of dealing with the work I know lies ahead for me on the home place in Leon County and with the challenges of making a good and successful showing in the important spring Texas antiques market coming up in two weeks.

But, oh, what opportunities to give thanks await me at every turn. Soon I will be visiting with my two sisters, even some of my cousins, maybe my only remaining aunt, and a friend here and there. After a three-month absence from the 2-story barn I call home in Texas, I will no doubt smile as I walk in the front door. The smell of old wood, which will have grown stronger while the place has sat unoccupied these 10 weeks, will reward me for my connection to things past. The birds, which carry on in my absence in the front garden, will no doubt be busy enjoying the sights and smells of spring. They’ve grown accustomed to making it on their own—as if my presence really makes a difference.

Here’s to the blessings that I am blessed to celebrate. With gratitude I say, “and so it is”.

Heading to Texas—Albuquerque, New Mexico (March 15, 2011)
R. Harold Hollis