|Emerald City Press, Austin, Texas|
Then, like a beacon, we see a giant sign pointing us in the direction of coffee. COFFEE. Despite the munchkin-sized parking lot, a space called out a welcome. We arrived at Emerald City Press, home of caffeinated delights at the end of the yellow brick road. My friend and I, coffee and hibiscus tea in hand respectively, sauntered to the back patio overlooking Shoal Creek, shady and cool in the baking July Texas heat.
|Shoal Creek on Lamar Blvd.|
My friend and I were simply surprised there were turtle nests down there at all - we would never have known if the dog hadn't decided to relieve its sting pain, or freshen up in stink, whichever of the two. So my friend suggested to the employee that she place orange cones as cautionary markers. She thought it was a brilliant idea! And me, a lover of words and always curious about what orange cones might mean, suggested she put a sign on the cone. She thought it was an even more brilliant idea!
I don't know if they ever put up the orange cones with signs. But the baby turtles hatched. (Photos courtesy of Emerald City Press.)