In West Texas, San Angelo is a town with a river, the Concho, which gives it many advantages. Having a water source in an arid region is huge. Therefore, the town boasts some green areas.
Although we’ve visited the town numerous times, on a recent overnight trip, we saw some places previously missed.
As we walked toward a Mexican restaurant (what other kind!) in the center of town, we passed the library, which has some large windows that jut out and are trimmed with this tile work around the door. Always fascinated by symbols chosen to represent reading.
Outside the library is one of San Angelo’s ubiqutous painted sheep. This one features children’s books.
I recognize pictures that represent Charlotte’s Web, Hank the Cowdog, and Alice in Wonderland.
The statement: “Reading gives us some place to go when we have to stay where we are.”
Here’s the favorite of many.
The San Angelo Museum of Fine Arts’ unusual building is constructed of many different materials inside and out. The inside space features a main two story central area with smaller exhibitions rooms around it.
One current exhibit displays the work of local artist, the late Jimmy Don Cox. Western paintings and sculptures show his eye for detail.
Another show called ‘Critical Angles’ by Cathy Cunningham Little from San Antonio contains unique art using glass, mirrors, and light.
The small pieces of glass and instructions for placement were mailed by the artist to the museum. This involved a complicated placement of the materials to achieve the exact light forms.
The only light in the room came from the small lights above each set of glass.
From this angle, you can see some of the glass. Beautiful.
The serene outside area is nicely done with landscaping and well thought out green space and hardscape.
Love this little girl reading.
The Aermotor Windmill Company in San Angelo still manufactures and constructs the old fashioned windmills that have character and hark back to the settling of the west. Not like the intrusive giant wind turbines that are taking over our beautiful countryside and destroying land values. I could go on and on about that.
This succulent ground cover has lots of pretty small flowers. Looks like a type of ice plant but don’t really know.
A cowboy teaching a kid about rope tying.
Walking down the street from the museum, this horse sculpture made us stop.
The wood in front with the holes is from Cholla Cactus.
Several old buildings along this street have been renovated for businesses.
The next morning we attended a short seminar about Gardening with Natives. Afterwards we went to a small nursery outside of town that has a demonstration butterfly garden. I don’t know what I was thinking. I failed to get an overall shot. My mind must have been on what was for sale in the nursery.
This is a Blue Potato Bush, Paraguay Nightshade, or Blue Lycianthes (Lycianthes rantonnei) for zone 8b to 11.
Clever idea that is easy. Just paint some molded forms that are used for garden bed borders.
Behind the caterpillar on the right is an Italian Basil and on the left is Curly Parsley.
Using a wheel barrel for a fairy garden has been on my to do list for a while. Maybe this will nudge me to get busy.
A strong wind was whipping the flowers on a Morning Glory Bush pretty good.
Bush Morning Glory, Morning Glory Tree, Badoh Negro, Borrachero, or Matacabra (Ipomoea carnea) survives in zones 8b to 11. Several years ago I had one that lived about three years. Then it became too tall and cumbersome to move into the shed. So adios to that.
The star of the show is always Pride of Barbados (Caesalpinia pulcherrima) because it is so bright that it’s hard to look anywhere else.
Pride of Barbados is a zone 9 tropical evergreen, but in zone 8b, it is a perennial that dies to the ground. It’s on the Texas Superstar list.
I’ve tried one that froze. Some people cut them to the ground in early winter, mulch them heavily and cover them, so I’m going to give it another shot.
“A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes.” Hugh DownsSave