The gazebo in question is small and white and sits in eight acres of Texas meadow. Lately, some big muddy raccoon tracks have appeared on the front steps, meandered across the floor and ended under the soft cushions of the porch swing.
Somebody needs to collect the myths, legends, lore and facts about whoever made these tracks, and what really happens in this unique place on the Great Plains when we are not standing around, watching.
I guess that would be me. So, off we go.