Time Passes in Texas

Amarillo

Amarillo is one of KrisP’s places that she lived for 18 years, but does not consider it to be home. She says she doesn’t have any definition of home. I guess that is not an atypical stance for a nomad. Or is it? I certainly feel like I have both a home in my van, and one in New England where I am from and still consider a home. It is funny that I don’t consider Casa Grande a ‘home’ though I had a house there and lived in it for more than 20 years. During my tour of Amarillo, we looked at properties where KrisP lived and she shared a lot of stories of her life lived there. One place we visited was the Amarillo Botanical Gardens. Though I am more of a tree gardener than a flower gardener, I enjoy a well kept and well maintained space full of plants, trees, flowers and a table and chairs from which to view the greenery and art works.

KrisP was keen to see it again. She says it has been greatly enhanced and looks fabulous. It is a must see destination in Amarillo. She was delighted to find a series of archways painted teal that led to a lovely sitting area. I took her picture while she was walking and then seated on ‘her’ bench.

I always love the rose gardens and there were some spectacular examples, though they remained unnamed. I also love peonies and tropical flowers that are not typically found outside of conservatories. A passion fruit vine remains one of my favorites from Hawaii as well as hibiscus and plumerias. They had some in their conservatory. All in all, it is worth a stop if you are passing thru town on your way down I-40.