Beauty on small wings

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Raul Delgado of Monte Mucho Audubon shot these two beautiful butterflies at the Santa María Ranch in San Ygnacio during the recent Birding Festival — Checkered White Butterfly (Pontia protodice) in the first photo and Texan Crescent (Anthanassa texana) in the second.

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LHA spring garden promises a nutritious harvest

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Downtown LHA spring garden promises a nutritious harvest
Horticulturalist Berman Rivera is pictured helping with the spring planting of the gardens at the Laredo Housing Authority Senior Citizen’s home downtown. Through a grant from the Laredo Rotary Club, Rivera and a crew of volunteers built the raised bed gardens of cedar timbers and filled them with a blend of nutritious, well draining soil. Also pictured are residents Alvaro Leal, José García, and Delfino Acosta. The garden will yield tomatoes, onions, eggplant, dill, Swiss chard, and a variety of greens.

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How the Guerras lost Los Ojuelos

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My great great grandfather José María Guerra, the grandson of Eugenio Gutierrez, was the first of the Guerra-Cañamar family to successfully settle the 8,856-acre Los Ojuelos tract in 1857. José María’s father Isidro and grandfather Eugenio had previously tried to settle the land, but had been deterred and discouraged by Indian raids, and they subsequently returned to Guerrero Viejo (Revilla). José María settled Los Ojuelos with his brothers Dionicio and Juan Nepumoceno. They raised sheep and cattle and used the springs there to irrigate crops that sustained the settlement. A town of about 400 eventually grew up around the ranch of stone houses.

Sincerely, L. Cohen

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The dusk sky is awash in a furious, persistent orange blaze to the west. Its lesser glows of apricot and rose catch on the metal roofs, gates, and fence posts of the house pasture. The spectacle is a glory that charges irrepressibly by rote to remind me how much a part I am of this wild landscape and it a part of me. The stillness of the hour and the pungency of damp earth conjure a powerful nostalgia for the first days I came to this ranch in retreat from a broken heart and ruptured finances. When I take that long look back, I understand that my life in Austin and Wimberley, even as a 40-year-old, was a protracted interlude in Never Never Land.