I’ve enjoyed these six years of living in north Texas, and I expect to enjoy the next whatever-number of years here, too. But after just returning from a roots tour of sorts in the Pacific Northwest, visiting family and familiar territory where I grew up, I am reminded that the riches of one’s birthplace can have no insuperable competition elsewhere in the universe if one has been as blessed with hometown wealth as I have been. I won’t say much more, because yes, I am happy wherever I find love and landscape enough to keep me contented, but I will leave you with a couple of photos as food for thought on the subject just the same. I suspect you know whereof I speak, no matter where your roots lie.
Texas Hill Country has its magnificent bluebonnets in proliferation in a good spring season, to be sure, but are they any more exquisite than the carpeting of blue lupines on the flanks of Mt. Rainier in *her* glory?
There aren’t *that* many cities where a mere parking strip is as likely as not to be a fully fledged Raingarden, loaded with a mass of flowers, vegetables and fruit, and xeric plants all exploding with texture and color.
A soaring modern skyline, the deep, cold waters of the Sound, and the beach life of leisure scented with fresh-caught fish and chips. Don’t tell me that isn’t pretty fine stuff!
Art-Colored Glasses 
Texas looks beautiful
Texas *is* beautiful, but in very different ways than what’s in the pictures here, of course. Glad I get to appreciate and enjoy both places. 🙂
Wow, sounds and looks wonderful! 😊 xx
Absolutely lovely. Like you. 🙂
xoxo
😊 xx
Mighty fine stuff. (One of my uncles had a place in Washington state for summer and a place in TX for the winter after he retired. Not such a bad idea….Summer in TX isn’t designed for outdoor activities)
You noticed that, too? (Said while sitting in a thoroughly air-conditioned room!) 😀