It has rained so much the past few days that it feels like I live at a mosquito farm. Everywhere I go I’ve been eaten up, though the barn swallows are trying to keep up with them at the ranch.
Martha says that our old office on Travis is now located at “Lake Travis.” Birds love to bathe in it, but they can’t enjoy their lovely patio at the moment. (By the way, they recently saw a mother opossum and all her babies on her back–sure with I had a photo!)
The rains have also driven a lot of things indoors. A group of wolf spiders is hanging out in the kitchen of the old church building. I hope they scoot back out before the pest control dudes come!
Back to mosquitoes and dampness
One of the mosquito-filled places I went was at a property we are considering acquiring. It’s in a part of Cameron that once was outside of town, where there were small farms. The house was in pretty bad shape, but the lot is was on obviously had not been messed with much. It was really muddy and humid on the property, but it had some great plants.
I also found the caterpillar of some kind of moth, though I am not sure exactly which one it was.
There were two post oak trees on the lot that had to be the biggest ones I’ve ever seen. And they had not been trimmed much, if at all (one recently was trimmed so that limbs didn’t hit the house.
Like oaks in nature, the limbs grew to the ground, long and luxurious. They threw very deep shade, which made it feel like we were in a fantasy forest. I am always in awe of trees like that, since they’ve been there for so long. I hope we or someone else can buy this property and clean it up to where the trees are the stars of a lovely area.