The Marble House
As we walk toward the entrance gates, Michael says, “I thought it would be whiter.” It looks pretty white to...
A Plymouth Kind of Day
I wake to the golden brilliance of morning. Sunshine streams through the bedroom window. There is no wind. And it...
The Farmer’s Table – Redbrook
It All Began with Lunch… Not really. It began with a climb up Burial Hill in Plymouth, however I have...
The Bradford House & The King Caesar House
I am not sure if we get a private tour because of the pertinent questions my knowledgeable husband asks (It sure isn’t my first question of—“How old are those holly trees?”), or if it is the SOP of the organization. For whatever reason it may be, I am grateful, and Michael continues to add to his seafaring knowledge, for this is a house that the shipbuilder built. And his shipbuilding business was across from this house, on the bay.
Rockport & Gloucester
Rockport We tread carefully along the narrow walkway that edges the workingman’s harbor in Rockport. It is cold. Gloomy. Gray....
The Breakers Mansion
Continuing our journey along Ocean Drive, we come to the area of Newport where the Gilded Age summer cottages of...
Fort Adams, Newport, Rhode Island
When I think of Newport, the last thing I ever think of is war and forts, but it must be here for a reason. We look at each other and agree we might as well see what it is all about.
In Search of Lighthouses on the Lower Cape
Michael returns from his walk and says, “Lets go nose around the Lower Cape and look for lighthouses, and then we can have a burger later at KKaties.”
Nantucket
Ever since we arrived in Massachusetts, Michael has been itching to be on the water. It is understandable. Water and...
Scituate – Lunch and a Lighthouse
We both agree, yesterday was long. Today needs to be short. His day, Michael tells me he plans on having...
About Me
Artist - Traveller - Foodie - Avid Hostess - Picnicker - Amateur Chef
Simply put, I love Texas. I have lived almost my entire life in this state. Born and raised in San Antonio, I spent the majority of my adult life in Fort Worth, in addition to ten years—on and off—sailing in and around the Gulf Coast on our 40’ Endeavor, Island Rose. For the past ten years, my husband and I have called Wimberley home—and if I love Texas—I adore the Texas Hill Country.
We have traveled extensively in this state--from deep East to far West, from North to South--and have probably been on more back roads and in more towns than anyone I have encountered. I AM a Texan—through and through!
I’m a foodie. I love to cook. I am a good judge of what is excellent, what is not. We will drive two-and-a-half hours for Saturday lunch; for the journey and the destination. I love picnics and trying out local wineries. Food and wine pairings draw me like a magnet. And music—all kinds. Concerts are on the menu at our house every year, be they concerts in a house, in a park, in a barn, in an auditorium or at a winery--we're there.
I paint. I cook. I entertain. I love back country roads and small towns—we own two convertibles so I can be sure that nothing bars the experience of just being there.
I finally decided it was time to share my love of this state and these hills with anyone who will listen or read, letting them in on on the famous, the infamous and the not so famous places that dot the countryside and cities. I'll share stories, experiences, and recipes.
Hopefully, you will come along for the ride, blaze your own trails and let me know if you are having fun. If you step out your door and take a chance, I know that you will!
