Some Houndstooth Hall photos


Cleaned up this side patio yesterday. When our neighbor died, her family put several items on the curb, including these red chairs. I don’t know how things are where you live, but in Houston, when you put things on the curb, you know they will likely be taken long before garbage or heavy trash days. It’s one of the things I like best. Through our decades here, we’ve put all kinds of things on the curb outside the various houses where we’ve lived, and those things are almost always gone by morning. Anyway, she and her daughter used to sit out on these red chairs while we hollered conversations across the street to each other. I miss them both very much; sometimes I like to sit out here and watch my dogs play and roll in the grass, or I catch up on social media on my phone. This is where the Hall dogs’ water buckets stay, because it’s shady there. I pulled out a tree that was so damaged in our winter storm last year that it couldn’t recover. Because of the patio’s location on the property, Lynne advised me that it would be a good place to put the pop-up greenhouse we’re planning to buy to save the plants we potted this year when cold weather comes.


Like our Kalanchoe plants, which have done very well and bloomed more than I expected them to.


And the row of potted knockout roses, lemongrass and other grasses, bougainvillea, and lantana. I swept leaves from the patio and this walkway to the Fox Den for Tom to bag last night.


This is one of Tim’s herb gardens that he can water through his kitchen window without having to deal with his nemesis, Jack. This is part of the patio that was full of leaves. They’re about to start falling again, so I thought it was time to get rid of the remainder of last year’s. Tom doesn’t clear our beds of leaves because they provide a healthy, safe environment for bugs, bees, butterflies, etc.


I missed some leaves on Tim’s other area of potted herbs and plants. Can you see Jack looking through the gate on the left? Always hoping Tim will come out so they can express their feelings about each other.


This is across from those plants (I think Tim washed this inside door mat, and it’s drying on the bench). The area was inches deep in leaves yesterday, and it was very gratifying to clean it up.


This wood has been bagged or piled up in a couple of places for a long time. The crate was another “curb gift.” My neighbor’s dog Zeus died within a few days of her. I took his crate specifically to gather and hold the wood on the carport for our chiminea. Not a conventional way to stack wood, but it adds a little of Zeus to Houndstooth Hall.

I also cleaned up Aaron’s Garden yesterday and added some new plants. Here are some shots of that.

Part of my clean-up effort was because our weather is nice and I want to sit outside and enjoy it while I can. Also, we expected a visitor this week. More on that later.

My pandemic life

I do feel like this has been most of my pandemic life since 2020. Even writing the Neverending Saga has been a means of making something more orderly and working toward a goal.

Last week, I had to buy new clothes (it was a necessity, because trust me, I don’t like shopping enough to do it if I don’t have to). Three new clothing items came in; four went out. Along with trying to purge things inside the house, we’re also working on purging things in storage. I have to be mentally ready for some of that, because it means sending things that are part of decades of family memories to consignment shops.

Today, everything was aimed toward the exterior of our home. I did manual labor trying to clean up and clear away outside. I’m exhausted and didn’t take photos. I may come back and add some to this post when it’s light outside again.

Button Sunday

The Astros are the World Series champions. I did watch the game, but I also took a page from Lynne’s book (literally, as she gave me the journal I was coloring in, and by example, as she’s been coloring while she watched the World Series) and worked on the coloring page I started yesterday. I finished it this morning with the hour the time change returned to us. Writing, coloring, cooking, and cleaning will be my go-to things over the next few days because elections are hard on my nervous system.


(covered up what I wrote in my journal, because it’s a journal 😄 )

Between the worlds of men and make believe…

I’m having a lovely, quiet Saturday. I had a photo ready for my Instagram World Series skeleton post, and we’ll be watching the game tonight. Part of the fun of that is how out of character watching and enjoying baseball is for me–and how it would surprise the men of my past who loved this game I wanted nothing to do with.

This morning into afternoon, I’ve been writing and, on writing breaks, coloring, and through it all, listening to the four CDs that are part of a Dan Fogelberg collection. This music takes me to so many past times and relationships that make me feel good when I think of them. I suspect it’s because not a single one of the men I loved or who broke my heart, or any who tried to shape, change, or control me, are connected in any way to Dan Fogelberg. I know there was a friend who also loved his music and with whom I used to talk about him. It could have been another Becky who was a year behind me in high school but really became my friend a few years later. I held her in high esteem, and she was a good confidante and advisor to me many times. I also shared his music with my mother because she loved his song “Run For the Roses” so much. It was on the slideshow CD I made to play at the gathering after her memorial service.

The title of this post is from Dan Fogelberg’s song “Scarecrow’s Dream,” which I’ve always said is the song that describes my life and who I am.

This is how I write

This is not how I always write. But this is how I write the Neverending Saga (which I’m tackling sometimes only a paragraph a day). I’m taking the reader on a journey. I’m not worried about the pacing (people will say that’s a no-no). I’m not worried that everything and everyone isn’t perfect from the first motion out of the gate and may never be perfect. They can only be who they are.

Sometimes things will go slowly. Sometimes things will come fast.

It’s like life. The older I get, the more I see both the shock and the gentleness of patterns, of connections, in my real-life personal timeline. I think of those readers who aren’t willing to stay along for the ride when they read something they don’t like, wouldn’t do, don’t approve of, whatever. To me, their distrust of the writer (me), their unwillingness to find out what happens next, is akin to those people in my life who couldn’t extend grace, forgiveness, compassion, tolerance toward me and stick it out with me through the years.

Others were willing to take a long, winding trip with me even when they weren’t sure of the destination. I cherish them as I hope one day to cherish readers of what I’m working on.

I am not for everybody. Everything I write won’t be for everybody, either.

Hump Day

Let’s see. This week I’ve managed to vote (oh, the things I could say, and may say, but not today–except to note that the people who work our polls are helpful, upbeat, friendly, and I appreciate them so much) with Tom, Tim, and Debby. Tim was kind enough to take a selfie with my phone.

I’ve composed a two-page letter with 11 attachments to try to resolve a situation that has caused me abundant stress for the last seventeen months. You don’t want to see any photos of that–including how I look when I wake up at 5:00 AM and decide there are a few more things I need to do before that packet can be faxed.

Every day, I take on a small household task in addition to the routine bedmaking, straightening up, meal planning and cooking, and cleaning up after four dogs (who yesterday were stuck inside because it drizzled all day and it takes a village to get them outside in the rain, and I am but one person). Also, my Instagram posts take a little time to set up, shoot, and then put everything away.

Yesterday’s small task was giving the inside of the refrigerator a good cleaning and organizing it better. I’m not sure what today’s task will be–after I have breakfast and then take a nap since I woke up way too early.

I spotted this photo of actor Viola Davis this morning in my Instagram feed of accounts I don’t follow but show up because of other accounts I do follow. I think she’s pretty fabulous.

But what made me pause and screencap was that her fashion reminded me of an outfit I made for my first Runway Monday final collection in October 2008 based on characters in my novel A Coventry Christmas. Here’s Keelie in the same color palette.

Enjoy the middle of the week! Gonna leave you with this old Crowded House song I love.