The Caregiver’s Tales

Tiny essays on life, nature, grief and other things that catch my fancy in the Texas Hill Country. Here’s how it all got started.

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John W Wilson 6/9/21 John W Wilson 6/9/21

Lost

I had something to say, yesterday. Now I can’t remember what it was. Dang.

John W Wilson 6/8/21 John W Wilson 6/8/21

Lessons

I suppose I should be happy I’m still alive and have things to learn, because there’s only one way to graduate from the school of life.

John W Wilson 6/7/21 John W Wilson 6/7/21

One Step Closer

Muggy morning. Boo. I prefer cool and crisp. It’s good though. The general consensus is that a month of rain saturating the ground might make for a cool July.

John W Wilson 6/6/21 John W Wilson 6/6/21

Tiny Flower

There’s a persistent little weed in my garden. It looks like a grass but has stems that are so weak they fall over. It’s one shining attribute is a tiny, two-lobed blue flower that appears every morning before disappearing around noon.

John W Wilson 6/5/21 John W Wilson 6/5/21

The Reservoir

They say you learn how to grieve as a child by watching those around you. I never thought much about it until now with the passing of my wife. Then I started taking an inventory.

John W Wilson 6/4/21 John W Wilson 6/4/21

Wet Days

Goodness. The rain. It keeps on coming. I’m this close to saying, enough. But I’m not looking for a rainbow. I hope we have a wet summer.

John W Wilson 6/3/21 John W Wilson 6/3/21

A Whisper

Went to hear live music last night. Met a new friend. Sat with old friends. Got a hug from a pretty girl. Drank a beer, or two. The doors of perception cracked open.

John W Wilson 6/2/21 John W Wilson 6/2/21

A Small Puzzle

I have to confess. Sometimes, this feels so vain. Constantly talking about everything I see and do.

John W Wilson 6/1/21 John W Wilson 6/1/21

River Days

Went to the river this weekend. Camped in the woods, beneath the big pecans. The trees are heavy and thick with age.

John W Wilson 5/29/21 John W Wilson 5/29/21

Summer ‘do

I did it. Got my summer ‘do. Cut my hair. No one from CSNY cares. It was time. I was tired of it getting in my face in my food in my way.

John W Wilson 5/28/21 John W Wilson 5/28/21

Tree Time

Part of my Sumac collapsed a victim of gravity. Fell on the fence. I chopped it up and took it to the burn pile. No worries. There’s plenty of tree left.

John W Wilson 5/27/21 John W Wilson 5/27/21

Gratitude

What a day. I trimmed. I mowed. I cleaned. My gosh a veritable whirlwind of activity. I even cleaned the hard-to-reach places where I know no one will look.

John W Wilson 5/26/21 John W Wilson 5/26/21

Sweet Deal

It rained again last night, or maybe early this morning. Anyway, right now the sun is out, and as I stood in the drive admiring the cool air, a breeze blew through. It ruffled the thick foliage of the crape myrtle and lacy oaks, and as it did, little rain showers descended from each of the trees, backlit by the morning sun.

John W Wilson 5/25/21 John W Wilson 5/25/21

Thirty Gallons

Tuesday mornings. Make coffee, feed the cats, take out the trash. Sometimes its garbage. Today it was trash.

John W Wilson 5/24/21 John W Wilson 5/24/21

Growing Things

My morning glory is thriving. Spring rains and sunlight are working wonders. Unfortunately, it crushed its makeshift trellis and took it to the ground.

John W Wilson 5/23/21 John W Wilson 5/23/21

Circle of Life

Hooray for the Gulf of Mexico. Thanks for all the water. Got a good bit yesterday. My gauges are at an inch and a half since Saturday morning. It looks thought we’re in for another dosing today.