A Morning Walk in French Lique...

It's so hot here in south Texas... my evening walks have had to move to morning walks... our house sits at the corner of two country roads... we have no sidewalks... so taking a walk means... a walk down a country road...

"Good morning flag... it's always nice to see you flying... "

"Morning cows... looks like the field is a little brown... it may be time to move you..."

"Did you say.... mmmmooooooove?

a greeting from a neighbors front gate... native Texas flowers...

Ricky's cousin has a tractor collection... we noticed he'd added a John Deere green this year to his Fords and Farmalls... They're out to greet us for the July holiday...

and Uncle's cattle... finding shade so early... it's already 80-degrees !

The hay was cut and bailed a couple of weeks ago... now it's out to dry before going to the hay barn...

"Hey horsey... "

Did you say "hay"?

and now... back to the porch... where this little fellow is playing "coy"...

pretending not to notice that big feeder full of nectar...

but he couldn't resist for long...

it was simply too tempting for him...

ahhhhh... morning coffee... sitting on the porch after a nice long walk... and catching up with a few blogging buddies... now that's a nice morning to share... down here in French Lique...

Hi-Ho Hi-Ho It's Off To Work I Go....

I'm a morning person. It might be because of my grandparents farm. When you spend a lot of time on a farm, you learn to get up early and get moving. Grandpa was always out of the house before daylight... and that was after Grandmother had cooked him a big country breakfast (every single day), and they'd sat together and drank a cup or two of coffee and discussed the day ahead. If you wanted to be a part of the morning with those two, you got up early. So, I'm a morning person.

This week, I've not gotten home until after 8pm two nights in a row. Last night, at a dinner meeting, I literally spent the last hour propped up on my left elbow, and in my right hand - sipping a glass of Merlot. I really don't like working late.

When I got home at almost 8:30pm, Ricky was in his office searching eBay for tractor parts. I walked into his office and said, "stand-up, I need a hug!" (and of course he obeyed.) I miss him when I'm out in the evening. In my world, I like to be home by 5:30 at the very latest.I like to eat supper with my Ricky, relax together watching the news and whatever comes on at 7pm; then snuggle with my poodles while reading the book of the week... turn in about 11pm and snuggle with Ricky. (guess I like the snuggling).

When I'm out of the house until 8 or 8:30pm... it really messes up my life... I'll be having a talk with my little boss today... we won't be doing anymore night work in my world for the rest of 2008. I'm a morning person... how about a breakfast meeting at the farmhouse out here in French Lique. I'll cook!

Update: Friday evening, 10:08 pm - I got into the office about 10:30 this morning (remember, I'm commissioned sales... no appointments - no paycheck - no need to hang out there). Anyway, my little boss came to my "space" and asked how I was doing... I told him, "Well, you've had me out till after 8pm the past two nights... I'm tired!" to which he replied... "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. That's it for 2008 though, okay?"... Guess I told him!! (dream on Dixie) I've got 'em on the run down here in French Lique!