Home at the Park Hotel
So for the Easter holiday the *Pear* took time to appreciate those little things by loading up the beloved MINI complete with dog, college homework, laptops and a change of clothes—all in route to South Texas. Since it’s spring, we knew (or at least hoped) the wildflowers would be doing what they do best—blooming with all their might. Glorious photography opportunities would await us! Unfortunately, due to the severe drought that seems to have taken over the state, the spectacle of Bluebonnets, Indian blankets, Bluebells, Coreopsis, Mexican Hats and the always stunning Gayfeathers were missing or rather sparse this year. To make up for their absence we opted for the next best thing—an array of wild birds.
My home is a historic Texas landmark–The Park Hotel, which turns 101 years old this year. It’s also home to a delightful pair of eclectic somewhat vintage classic individuals *my precious parents*. There’s a large array of antiques–which are for *SALE*–(I cannot stress that word enough), a polar bear like dog (named Bear), an extremely happy loving mutt (named Zoe), a few cats with various names like Peanut and Freckles, and many other creatures and fabulous treasures. It takes on a museum/menagerie like quality no doubt!
Next blog….a visit with the Chef’s mother.