March has indeed "come in like a lion". February actually ended with several gusts of wind...and blowing sand,...Well, it is West Texas. Tumbleweeds driven by the wind have stacked up against fences until some collapse. It's different living in a place where the first sign of Spring is a 65 MPH wind pushing tumbleweeds, ripping shingles off of roofs and driving sand into everything. This is not a time to wear lip gloss.
Hi, I'm Bobbie
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About Me
- Bobbie
- Rolling South Plains of West Texas, United States
- This is turning out to be a wonderful time of life for me. I am finding out that it's okay for me to indulge my dreams. It has taken me a long time to realize that dreams are important. It doesn't matter if they come true or not. What matters is that I have dreams. I have had a life-long love of rocks. Twenty years ago I taught myself to make jewelry using Sterling Silver, copper and brass. A few years ago I started college and found painting, B/W photography and pottery.
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Most seasons are harsh in West Texas. Makes one wonder how the pioneers got through it all.
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