Boerne offers the beauty of central Texas, caves, and nature al natural.
The National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City preserves and honors the life and culture of the cowboys of the American west.
The flowers in the above picture were labeled Beard Tongue (Penstemon digitalis), “Prairie Dust”, an Oklahoma native.
One large section features western culture as told by Hollywood. Many movie posters advertising different shows and portraits of famous actors and actresses are displayed as well as some artifacts from the movies.
Then, there are rodeo rooms honoring winners and the art, itself. A small western town with all the requisite buildings provides visitors a chance to peek in windows and stroll through streets.
There is so much more to this museum. Wow.
“In the Southwest, boots and pearls go with any attire. Add a cowboy hat and you have an ensemble.” unknown
First, before I discuss our visit to the George W. Bush Presidential Library, let me give thanks for recent rains. Over the past two weeks, we have been blessed with six and a third inches. Other people in the area received much more. But we all have had showers of blessings including all of central Texas and even the Panhandle. Desperately needed moisture has brought a sigh of relief because some cities were 90 days away from no water.
Another section, where pictures were not allowed, was a gallery of paintings done by President Bush. Those depicted were all world leaders during his presidency. Beside each painting was information about where and when they met. In a short video, he said that he was well aware that the signature on each was worth more than the painting.
The presidential library is on a corner. This is the side street with a more formal planting of trees and grass. To the left of this area, the ground slopes up beside the building and the front entrance is on the next level.
Worth a visit even though I didn’t feel as connected to the man as I did at his father’s library. Maybe it was just me. Another day might have brought a different reaction.
“Temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.” Washington Irving
Some scenes out here make it so tempting to wax poetic about the wild old West. Novels and movies have romanticized that life so much that the reality of real ranchers and their harsh existence has been lost.
Living in West Texas was like standing in a wind tunnel with sand constantly swirling around you. It still is in some rural areas. Yet, the early Anglo settlers came with Stephen F. Austin seeking a plot of land. Then boatloads of German immigrants were practically dumped into the waters along the Gulf coast. The swamps and mosquitoes drove them inland to the parcels of land they had purchased sight unseen. Many Chicanos already lived in areas closer to Mexico. All these people stayed, or at least most did.
We like to consider ourselves part of the hill country. But we would have to stretch a long ways to touch it. We do have some small hills, some of the same rocky soil, and some of the same vegetation. But in reality, we’re more a part of the west and the cowboy traditions.
An Oleander bush (Nerium oleander) stands behind the remains of an old hitchin’ post. Dead Cedar seems to last forever, so it’s been used for fence posts for about a couple hundred years. Cedar posts standing upright with barb wire dangling are remnants of old fences on this property..
Oleander not only is hardy but is really pretty when it’s had some water. The fact that all its parts are poisonous makes it undesirable where cattle and other livestock roam. This is inside a fenced area.
Etched into the cowboy culture are ranches and horses. These horses don’t belong to us and will probably be moved when the grass gives out later this summer. But doesn’t this picture conjure up all sorts of images of cowboys?
What has drawn people to this land? First, the vastness of flat land just west of us takes your breath away. It’s history and the stamina of the people is humbling and fascinating.
“Just because you’re following a well-marked trail don’t mean that whoever made it knew where they was going.” Texas Tex Bender