The bluebonnets call.
I long for Blue Bell Ice Cream.
Blue, my heart is blue.
I was driving back home from work today and realized that everything around me was brown. Brown hills, brown plants, brown buildings, brown fields. I miss the green of Texas. Everything seemed so much healthier there. Things felt cleaner. But more than anything else, I miss the people: we had great friends in Texas; we had people to mentor us and upon whom we could lean; and we miss the smiles of the strangers at HEB.
To all of our Texas friends, we miss you.
