On December 5, I write poolside. Barefoot. My herbs are lush and vigorous, relieved to have survived the blazing summer.
Hole-in-the-wall restaurants, tucked into favorite neighborhoods, satiate Tex-Mex cravings. Cheese enchiladas with extra jalapeños, gooey white queso so amazing I could eat like soup. Top Shelf margaritas, hold the salt. Did you save room for sopapillas?
Grand old ladies sit side by side, rooted to the ground for one hundred years, proud and strong with perfectly aligned porches. Overnight, garland adorns columns. Swags of red berries and bells replace fall wreaths. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
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| Munger Place, Dallas, Texas |
Lucy and Annabelle tug and strain on their leashes, then stop to greet neighbors and sniff out smells buried in dry grass. We gather with friends on Harry’s porch for happy hour.
A few blocks away, a tall green rectangle juts into the night sky, a floating box glows holiday red, a rotating sphere boasts a dazzling display of white lights. The heavens are illuminated by neon.
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| Dallas Skyline |
talya
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Home is where the heart is! Tom said he doesn’t think you will ever totally leave Texas and that you must know every song that was ever recorded. 🙂 Love Tanya!
Well said. I loved the pictures. Colene, I think you are right, it would be hard to leave Munger Place and Harry’s porch. Barbara
I, too, have fallen in love with blanca cheese dip. I like the idea of eating it like soup. With Frito Scoops as a side dish.
I’ve heard of Christmas in July, but never July during Christmas…weatherwise-speaken that is!=) I haven’t had a chance to read this until today, and I have to admit how funny it is to read that you were sitting barefooted by your pool on December 5!!!=) Anyhow, I see, today, that Dallas is getting snow which is awesome, that is, if you’re wanting a White Christmas and not a California Christmas…which most of us do!=)