We followed the sound of running water through the thick brush, fifteen years ago.
Tucked away in the trees, this tiny grotto waited to be found and tidied up.
Buried treasure, the heart of our Long Hollow.
Through all four seasons, through flood and drought, it survives.
A quiet oasis... a place of reflection... a place to be still.
October, green is thinning but the water rushes, thanks to late summer rains
February, in a Hill Country "snowfall"
April... green wakes up, bugs return... it was one of Frankie's favorite times of the year.
June... more green, less water
August... month of drought... one of the last swimming holes left
A week later... back to full flow, thanks to Tropical Storm Hermine
Time to start over again...