I suppose I should change the name of my blog from News From Mississippi to News From Texas. (That reminds me of a dumb blond joke Zee's husband told me. The db is on a quiz show and is asked "How do you spell Mississippi?" The db says "The state or the river?")

Here in Floresville Texas, 30 miles from San Antonio, this is what it's like. In spring, clumps of cacti on hillsides, roadsides, fields, ans fencerows all bloomed these gorgeous yellow flowers, as delicate as silk. Stupid me insisted on picking one and got these finer than hair stickers on my fingers that can't be removed. I tried pulling them off with tape--tweezers don't work, they are too fine for the tweezers to get a grip. So you fidget with these painful wispy spines until they wear off.

Zee's house is in an area that used to be a confluence of streams and creeks, but now, and I don't know for how long, this land has been dry, dry streambeds remain. But it supports an amazing amount of wildlife. Driving out to the main road(sorry got disconnected again)

Back again. Just driving out to the main road, you see turkeys and deer crossing the streets around the houses, you hear Bob White quail and evidence of a puma. Building the houses on this land is squeezing the wildlife off their habitat and of course here as in Mississippi, no one gives a rats a**. Apathy. It's everywhere.
And all over the place are travel trailers parked in huddles in the broiling sun that the oil/gas fracking people live in. Hotels and motels are going up fast to attract these workers. HEB and Walmart and the steak restaurant are crowded with these workers from all over. I see a Mississippi car tag pretty often. I talked to one at Walmart--he said I love Mississippi but there are no jobs there-so I'm here as long as the job lasts.

Got to go, sorry about this long blog. Thanks for reading, love from susil