A couple of weeks ago on his way from a meeting in another town, Byron drove through an area not far from our home that he thought I'd like to see. So this morning, we drove out to this past its prime small Texas town. We daydreamed about fun ways to revitalize it. We mocked ourselves by declaring that this place needed an artisanal revival. We figured that this town could benefit from some craft beer, bar b que, natural living type general store, and most of all, a coffee shop!! None of that exist at the current time. Just a bunch of beautiful, neglected buildings, a brick main street, some incredible vintage street light fixtures, one lone feral chicken, and murals just waiting to be restored.
It's interesting. Austin and its metro is now, officially, the fastest growing city in the US. When I go into town, I swear, I imagine this is what the roaring twenties must have felt like. There is so much growth and wealth in that city. It's all shiny and bright and full of pretty people and fancy cars. But an hour out, there are still places like this -- diamonds in the rough, I believe. Just waiting for something interesting and exciting to happen.
The way home involves driving through miles and miles of farmland, mostly corn, but also quite a bit of wheat. Honestly, I never realized wheat grew in these parts, but apparently it does. We veered off to the side of the road to take a closer look. Oh, how I loved the quiet sound of the bleached out stalks rustling in the breeze. There is something so peaceful about about the movement and the stillness of it all.
