Mr. McCormick is Moving

I have an old wooden rocking chair, a family heirloom that I used to rock in with my Grandfather Drum. By the time it moved to Muleshoe with us in 1980, the springs had just about given way, the fabric was tattered, and it was time for an overhaul. I gathered it up...

Quail Come to the Garden

Two years ago when friend Elaine and I visited Wimberley, Texas, we both went home with rusty metal quails to use as garden decorations. I don’t know where Elaine put hers, but mine went on the shelf outside waiting for me to decide what to do with them. And there...