Texas: land of cattle, wide open spaces, giant snakes
I love Texas. I could exist other places, but I couldn’t call it living, wouldn’t try.
Our state is hot and miserable dry and swampy. You sweat and steam and freeze and get blown around by hurricanes, sometimes in the same week.
Mosquitos drink your blood, feral hogs tromp down our crops and poison ivy, lord’ll make you itch.
But no place, and I mean no other place in the world, can be as unashamedly, perfectly embracing of the country side of life as can Texas.
via Texas: land of cattle, wide open spaces, giant snakes.
