Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt. John Muir It’s Spring in West Texas As I write this, it is April and we have weeks of Springtime ahead of us still. The weather remains unsettled, see-sawing  back and forth between oh so chilly and almost summer-like warmth— between the sublime of perfect sundrenched days, and into a windswept dustbowl that tears the eyes, can chill to the bone, and paints everything in shades of dun and brown. But ahh, those days that tell of the warmer…