The cows had a boom box. They were
grooving to the Lovin' Spoonful.
Back of my neck getting dirt and gritty. The cows were all bunched in the shade at 9:45 this morning. My walk buddy wanted to take photos of the Haggard Farm -- OUR farm -- across the street from our homes and our Walgreens. The farm is soon to be housing built by Toll Brothers*. The development will have a farmsy name to make up for the loss of the breathing room in the middle of Plano.
We weren't breathing all that well as we walked along the barbed wire fence with traffic whizzing past. It wasn't that we had
Dirk Nowitzki sympathy sinus infections. We were being bombarded with massive doses of grass pollen.
The llamas were under a different tree, probably listening to Peruvian flute music. We walked toward the farm's tree-shaded drive with its modern day recycling carts.
Much of central Plano was part of the Haggard farm at one time. We have Haggard Library, Haggard Park, and Haggard Middle School.
Although W. O. Haggard, Jr. married Merle, it was NOT that
Merle Haggard.
I am still pleased that none of my sons turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
Part of the Haggard farm property will become a
new city park. We walked all the way east to take some photos of the horses there.
It won't be an massive soccer field park, but a real open space park, thank heaven.
*I would be much more crabby about this if the Toll Brothers were not the sponsors of the
Metropolitan Opera's live Saturday broadcasts that bring me great joy on WRR, 101.1 FM.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder
