Sunday skies in our hood. Which is close to Fort Hood. Which is why we get a lot of jet planes but explains nothing about the picture of cactus and crazy grass.

We have cactus and crazy grass because this is a ranch, and this is Texas, and if we had flower beds with petunias our out-of-town visitors would look at us as though we were not quite right, like maybe we keep voodoo doll heads on our broomsticks. There’s already disappointment when they travel extensive distances to have all their dreams of Texas shattered—no one on horseback, nobody wearing a cowboy hat and not a single sign of the Lone Ranger anywhere. The least we can give them is the chance to trip over some bushy grass and fall with their ass directly on a cactus.