So what are we doing this weekend? Well, it’s bittersweet for me – my grandson’s last football game. I could care less about watching pro football and I do love the Longhorns, but nothing has ever compared in football speak to watching Texas high school football when you have a kid on the team.
These kids are the future and you know what? After the election the most promising and comforting words came from my grandson. He gave me hope for the future.
As for me – I’m going to sit back and reflect.. I found this little passage from J. Frank Dobie.
“Here I am living on a soil that my people have been living and working and dying on for more than a hundred years—the soil, as it happens, of Texas. My roots go down into this soil as deep as mesquite roots go. This soil has nourished me as the banks of the lovely Guadalupe River nourish cypress trees, as the Brazos bottoms nourish the wild peach, as the gentle slopes of East Texas nourish the sweet-smelling pines, as the barren, rocky ridges along the Pecos nourish the daggered lechuguilla. I am at home here, and I want not only to know about my home land, I want to live intelligently on it. I want certain data that will enable me to accommodate myself to it. Knowledge helps sympathy to achieve harmony.”
Hoping for harmony….xoxo Nancy
I’m joining Beverly’s Pink Saturday today.