My One Thousandth Blog


Nature’s beauty. The Yaupon trail at McKinney Roughs LCRA Park.

This is my one thousandth blog that I have written and posted on this site. I never thought when I started blogging all of those years ago and posted my first blog on July 12, 2011 that I would maintain the interest and continue on. But I have done and am still excited even today when I finish a particularly good piece or poem and have good quality pictures to go along with it.

Things are a little different now than it was eight years ago. Then, I thought that I would write short stories and post them for all to see until I figured out just how much work that was. I soon found out that I was not a writer as I don’t have a devious enough mind to come up with all of those plots and situations. Instead, I let Nature be the plot as she provides me with countless means of expression through her beauty. I added photography to my repertoire and have got to be pretty good at it. So, nowadays, I take pictures as I go on long hikes and then I write about what I have seen and show the photos that I took. Incidentally, I always do post camera work on all of my pictures to bring out the colors and shades that I did not capture with the original picture and in the last couple of years have got a lot of pleasure out of putting together videos of the pictures by turning them into slideshows, usually to music.

I discovered early on that I can write verse albeit a bit corny sometimes. If the words rhyme then that is good enough for me even if the words don’t make too much sense. I love writing poetry and I really feel my creative side coming out when I put down the words.

I write for myself and publish it for others to share if they are so inclined to read it. Early on, I wanted everyone to “like” what I wrote until I discovered that I had to “like” them back. I soon tired of that game and nowadays only add a “like” if in fact I really do. Otherwise, a quick glance to see if the other blog is interesting and then move on although I do have a few fellow bloggers that I follow and “like” on a consistent basis and it still takes me an hour or more going through the blogs every morning.

I did manage to write an entire autobiography about my life growing up in England all the way from being a little kid during the second World War to the trip from England to America and it sits on a thumbdrive gathering dust. There is a second part waiting to be written, My Life in America, but if I ever will actually write it, remains to be seen. Maybe when I can’t hike anymore. It’s a sure thing that I am not going to get rich from writing or photography.

So why do we do it? What compels us to spend time and effort writing about our interests and then publishing it so that others may read about it? Why are we so arrogant to believe that others may be in the slightest bit interested in any of our work. I have no answer for that and can only put it down to the folly of human nature which is why some people are writers and authors and other are carpenters and bricklayers, which incidentally I was for many years of my life.

When I can no longer hike or when the ponds get to be too much work, what will I write about then? If I don’t live it, I do not have a story. Like I said at the beginning, I am a reporter not a writer and probably by then, my brain will be defunct of any creative virtues.

Here’s hoping for another thousand blogs and all the years that go along with it…

Written 6/26/2019

Texas Heat


In need of rain…

I went outside to work today
but it was so darn hot that I could not stay
and had to stop the task in hand
and it messed up all of my plans
of things that I wanted to do
which means that I will have to start anew
but it is not going to cool down
as this is Texas and it is renowned
for the heat of the summers always so hot
making the body perspire a lot
when the temperature reaches a hundred degrees
and too much of it makes you weak at the knees
we know it will happen the same every year
the summers are hot and the skies are all clear
and the ground dries up and the plants need the rain
and then the clouds will form and sometimes sustain
long enough to bring a shower or two
to cool things off just to do it anew
it is no good thinking that the following day
will be any different as this is the way
of the summers in Texas for thousands of years
have always been hot as the sun domineers
so tomorrow instead I will get up at dawn
and get out early to mow the lawn
and do the things that I need to do
and grow with the heat as I start anew
of one thing you can be very sure
the Texas heat is hard to endure
whether you care and like it or not
the Texas summers are bloody hot.

Written 6/27/2019


Another Wet Day


This is where I want to be…

Even though time moves on
and Springtime has come and gone
Summertime is here to stay
along with the sun and heat of the day
when temperatures will rise to one hundred degrees
even under the shade of the trees
the sun is hot and the skies are blue
with nary a cloud to obstruct the view
anything to do outside
needs to be done at first light
when the outside air still feels cool
as the heat of the sun is not yet cruel
today is not one of those days
as the clouds have formed and in so many ways
today we have rain along with a breeze
and the temperature has dropped to sixty eight degrees
cool for us for this time of the year
but not for very long I fear
we can always use the rain
as the heat will always return again
of this we can be very sure
which is what we have to endure
would I have it any other way
maybe a little cooler through the day
when I like to be outdoors
fussing with all of the normal chores
like feeding the fish or cleaning a pond
or cutting back plants that have grown beyond
things that are a part of my normal life
that I do everyday with the minimum of strife
today I sit and look at the rain
wondering when I can again
take a walk and so implied
and be one with Nature in her countryside.

Written 6/24/2019





Herbert the Turtle


This is Herbert the Turtle

I received a phone call today
from a lady who was wanting to give away
her turtle that had been her friend
for many long years until in the end
that although much love he received
it was not fair she believed
that the only thing in his life
was a large glass tank and without a mate
or even another turtle to spend time
which would have made life much more sublime
instead just him in his lonely life
a perfect home for him with no strife
a peaceful life to be sure
but lonely with no company to endure
and for twelve and a half years he lived in his tank
when his caregiver called looking for a place
that he could spend the rest of his days
as nature intended in natural ways
in a pond that he could swim and be free
with other turtles for company
she brought him over to take a look
as I showed her around like an open book
and even though it would be the very last game
that she and Herbert for that was his name
would spend together for in his new life
Herbert could go and search for a wife
she kissed his head and said so long
and placed him on the bank of the pond
where he slipped into the water and was gone
but before he disappeared away
he turned and looked as if to say
thank you for the years that you cared
and of the life that together we shared
then slipped below the surface of the pond
to explore his new home and he was gone
I’m sure that Herbert and I will become friends
although it has to be said that in the end
I will not see Herbert an awful lot
as with the others will be hard to spot
unless he may bask in the sun
on the bank of the pond where this new life begun
and if Herbert was able to speak
I’m sure his thanks to Alisa would be deep
especially as she gave up her pet
for the wild life of a turtle he will now get.

Herbert in his tank

Written 6/11/2019

Being Young


The Round School as it was called back in 1941.

When I was young and just a kid
I never thought of what I did
I had no concept of time
and would rise with the sun my life just fine
I walked to school with my friends
and then walked back home again
learning in a class so big
with a teacher that used a very big stick
which she used quite frequently
on troublesome students just like me
I never complained to my folks
as they thought it one big joke
and said that she was probably right
and was not doing it out of spite
but to teach right from wrong to kids like me
they had their own philosophy
and in their eyes she could do no wrong
and school is where I really belonged
I grew up and I survived
no worse for wear for the hidings I took
but wiser yet in so many ways
and the teachers name was Mrs Ray
such was my life long long ago
growing up in the country that I loved so
but that was almost a lifetime in years
as I was but a lad of with no fears
and even though it hurt at the time
I thank Mrs Ray for being so sublime
as she did not know that in her own way
she has shaped my life to this very day
such are the memories I have to show
from almost seventy five years ago.

If I could only wind back the clock….

Written 6/6/2019

Waiting Around


I had to bring my truck back in
for a service it was due
as I keep driving it around
and the miles they have accrued
I spend a lot of time on the road
sometimes just driving around
as I listen to Audiobooks
and the stories I have found
to be most interesting to me
and keep me all involved
trying to figure how it will end
to get the mystery solved
I sometimes listen when I am home
but it is not the same
as driving around in my truck
adding miles that I have gained
and so I find myself once more
back at the dealership
to keep the truck in tip top shape
and keep it running slick
this time it took a half a day
for them to do their bit
so I used the time to write this poem
using my clever wit.

Written 6/5/2019

Spring Flowers 2019


With time on my hands and an urge to get out into the countryside, I drove to Reimers Ranch to take a few pictures. Even though is was a bit late in the season, the wildflowers were still showing in all of their glory. I have put them together in a video complete with music. Enjoy.

Spring Flowers

This Cypress tree is standing in a ravine that is probably 20-30 feet deep which gives you an idea of its size

Here are some of the other views that I took.

The block structure is a representation of a chimney and is there to encourage the Chimney Swifts to nest.

Written 6/4/2019