Two Names

        My continuing fantasy of having another place to live and visit is not about dissatisfaction or grass is greener thinking .
         It feels more like something I am supposed to do. I sometimes feel like I am supposed to have a place that I can visit, somewhere a little off the beaten path, where I can work hard physically to take care of it.
        My gardening, which gives me deep, bottom of my soul satisfaction and frustration (a powerful mix), feels like my preview, my trial run.
         I have two names selected for this ‘place’ in my mind and heart.
         Place is one of those words that my father uses in that same way he says ‘make a round’.
         Saying he is going to his Place makes perfect sense to me.
         
Here are my names.

Anacahuita – An anacahuita is a Mexican olive tree. We have 3 grande dames in our yard that have to be at least 60 years old. Thank you God for letting them live with me. They are great daily examples.

         I admire them for their beauty, their resiliency, and their courage.
         Full Sun in gardening language can not even touch the heat these trees withstand, year after year after year.
         This understatement gives this tree character.  Each year it says to the world’s climate at large, ‘ show me what you’ve got.’
          Aside from its beauty and prolific blooming of delicate , white flowers, there is its gnarled bark.

        My trees and I are kindred spirits on this journey of aging and gnarling.

Name #2 is Brecha. 

Very loosely translated, South Texas slang and all, a brecha is an opening, a dirt road, a place at the end of the road.
         My father has described where a friend in Mexico lives as being at the end of a brecha.
         I love that. Say it aloud. Brecha. 
It is solid, sturdy, practical, humble, and unassuming.
         
My dream-my two names.