I knew they weren’t real pearl

Tonight is our annual pilgrimage to Crider’s, spelled with a rope, the site of the Hunt, Texas rodeo and dance.  Those of you who have read this blog for some time, or those of you from the Hill Country, know why I wrote the first sentence the way I did.

 

The word “Crider’s” is spelled with an old lariat on a billboard above the entrance.  You pay to get into the rodeo, which starts at eight, and then another amount, nominal, to get into the dance, held on a circular concrete slab surrounded by picnic tables, next to a large live oak tree, and under the stars.

 

At the Cowboy Store in Kerrville yesterday, I bought a new snap shirt, olive green with a white paisley pattern that shows up well against the darker background, but not as distinct as the snap buttons themselves, which look like pearl.

 

Karen reminded me that they’re not real pearl.

 

I knew that, of course.

 

 

photo:  farm1

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