This afternoon, I found myself driving down Thomas Blvd. and as I looked to the east, I noticed the trees in the Draw (Running Water Draw) where we played growing up. Back in those days, there was no fence to keep us out. The lot is still vacant where our little feet trod down to the first drop-off into the coolness of the mud walls.
We sat and played along the banks, walking on dry land unless there was a significant rain, and then we would stay on the upper canyon looking for Horned Toads and Devils Claws...and gourds.
As I stood and looked out over the terrain that I call home, I was reminded once again of the beauty God places on our land. The colors, the flowers, the streams, the hills, the valleys...the texture of our area is rich.
Knowing we are blessed. How we show our appreciation is our choice!
Fresh Find: Box & Balls game. Looks like a type of "skeeball."