Many years ago, my father was one of the very first people to plant a xeric garden in his west Texas town. It was partly forward-thinking on his part, and partly simply because liked gardening and tinkering with new projects. I got my love of both from him.
He hasn't been able to do any gardening for a few years now, so I have been driving down and tidying things up for him every so often. This is a photo of his side yard hell strip, in which I spent the earlier part of this past week clearing out weeds and winter kill. I love the contrast and play of negative space of the river stones against the buffalo grass, and tried to make it look the way he would have.
On Christmas Eve my father slipped into a coma as his kidneys began to fail. Yesterday, there was some small improvement in his condition, but the prognosis still does not look very good. I am back in LBB for a couple of days; I need to take care of a few things here before returning to be with him and the rest of my family. I think I'll spend a little time in my own garden between my chores and errands today, since I always find it easy to think about him when I'm there.