It got so hot in Texas this past summer, that all of the grass in the back yard died. It was replaced by native plants. Some of them were viney creatures that grew tall and sent out tentacles that strangled the roses. But the roses fought back. I heard them singing at night, I Will Survive. They reminded me of the bony bovines in this story.

Cows Gone Wild,
Ascent Aspirations,
May 2010

They told you to eat more chicken, but you wouldn't listen.