Rosborough’s on the Rocks

The picture in my background is a picture taken from the banks of the Blanco river at one of my places in the world.  It’s called “Rosborough on the Rocks” – otherwise known as the family river house.  My husband grew up here, they have every Thanksgiving here, and it’s filled with memories and knicks knacks that tell their story.  Jim and Elsa Rosborough began this entire mess of people, love, and peace that would eventually be passed down to the Rosborough generations.  If I could live there I would.  Right now it’s used as a vacation/get away spot for all of the kids and grandkids to retreat to when the weekend comes and the water gets warm.  There’s nothing like it, nothing.  You can feel the excitement people left behind after their weekend was up, and see all the Dr. Peppers and Root Beers left behind in the outside fridge as evidence that “someone was here, and had a great time!”.  Even with the Christmas decorations that are always up, “snow cone” lights that hide themselves on the walls among all the other pictures and shelves, and secrets and history around every corner, it’s the most amazing piece of love I’ve every known.  Not to mention the whopping catfish named Gus (caught three times) that lives in the roots of a giant tree right outside the back door.  Who wouldn’t need this place around?!