A tiny town in Texas

(There ain’t nuthin’ tiny ’bout this town.)
We had a day off between major cities and stopped off in Texas. Upon check-in, we were given two tickets to a:
‘Free Down Home Breakfast: with your choice of meat’. Nothing says breakfast to me like meat.
Our waitress called us both ‘sweetheart’ and smothered everything in gravy.
After cleanin’ my plate, I went on a walk to work off my gravy thighs and discover what this tiny town had to offer.

Hello, Texas-sized flower. Aren’t you just purty?

I would live here, but add some chickens to the front yard.
As long as they promised to poop in one central location. I cannot have chickens going willy-nilly all over my front yard.
It’s so uncivilized. And just plain gross.

I would watch my organized chickens from this window every morning, enjoying my Texas-sized cup of coffee.

And make them a chicken coop similar to this. You just don’t see this kind of flair in an Oklahoman’s backyard. Okie’s like their shades of taupes, browns and off-whites.

One of my favorite discoveries along the way-these gigantically beautiful metal doors.
Can I have these doors, please? I promise, honey, that they’ll fit in the bus bay….please?

This little cactus flower broke me from my door-coveting ways.
Re-grounded, I decided I had worked on my gravy thighs long enough and I was ready for the hotel’s ‘Texas-sized’ swimming pool.