Home from Texas.

When I was a kid, Momma always said “Home again, home again, jiggity jig,” whenever we pulled into the carport. Actually, she still does, and so of course, sometimes I do too. After a week in Austin with my daughter, it feels good to be home from Texas.

But Austin was fantastic as Austin always is. I felt a tinge of nostalgia driving home, and realize there are definitely things I miss about living in Texas. Things that are uniquely Texas. A feeling more than anything else.

My drive home to Fayetteville was longer than it should have been since I-35 was mysteriously down to one lane between Austin and Waco. Alternate routes took me meandering along farm-to-market roads, and I even ended up on a gravel road at one point. Roadsides burst with bluebonnets and gnarly cacti. I saw lots of cows. Small towns looked no different from when Bonnie and Clyde passed through. (Although I don’t think they made it west of Waco.)

Basically I had lots of time to think about all the things I miss about Texas… Authentic Mexican food with homemade corn tortillas. Old bars that play Willie and Waylon. The possibility of seeing Willie and Waylon. The ability to jump down to Waco for a Baylor game.

In Dallas, I sat on Central Expressway for quite some time because of a wreck. Some things never change, and I don’t miss the traffic.

I breezed through Oklahoma. There was a hashtag over Lake Eufala.

HashtagNoTrafficinOklahoma. Yay for that.

It’s good to be home again, home again, jiggity jig. Annabelle and Lucy were ecstatic to see me. There’s nothing like a dog greeting. And my tulips are only days away from putting on a spring show. There’s nothing like a tulip greeting either.

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

[tweetthis]Home sweet home! Until next time #Austin. [/tweetthis]

Musical Pairing:

Willie Nelson, On the Road Again