While I wait to be sure Drew is okay (morning report was he was holding his own), let’s just enjoy the beginning of the BEST time of year here in Texas: wildflower season.
Yes, our bluebonnets are starting to shine. Ours aren’t as great as some places, like between here and Bryan, but they please us. They make the ranch look all snazzy.
Every time I go outside, it seems like some new blossoms have popped up. Here’s my perennial favorite, blue-eyed grass.
I’d been wondering when the pink evening primrose was going to show up. I’d seen some yellow in Rockdale.
Anita had asked me if the freeze had killed our native mustang grapevines. I went out to check and was delighted to see hundreds of grape flower clusters. They look to me like LOTS of future grapes. Aren’t they pretty?
These beauties all remind me that while timing may vary, the spring will always come, bringing at least a little hope our way. sure, more storms and wind are on the way, but it’s okay.
When people are hard on you, turn to the beauty around you. It works for me! Nature isn’t always kind or perfect, like us folks, but it endured. So will I. Now to wait until time to fetch my loyal equine buddy to rejoin his herd.
My last few posts have been duds. Nothing has died or anything, so I understand. But it’s wildflower season!
I’ve been driving by some really pretty patches of pink flowers on my way down the big Far West hill lately. I wanted to know what they were.
So, with the pretext of taking dog photos among the bluebonnets, I got Anita to go with me to check them out. They are Drummond’s onion, which is a pink version the wild onions that are blooming everywhere in this area.
I love alliums, so I was happy to identify a new one.
And yes, we did frolic among the sweet-smelling bluebonnets with Pickle and Vlassic. I failed pretty well at doing a floral selfie, but we had fun.
I’ll try to get some traditional bluebonnet pictures of the other doggies back at the ranch.
Spring still insists on showing up! That’s right! Today the first bluebonnet popped its little head up along the road in front of the ranch.
And, like magic, Indian paintbrush were all over my drive! There are at least a dozen in our roadside bed, too.
Lee has been asked to not mow again so we can enjoy the flowers. I don’t think the Vrazels will mow our pasture again for a while, either. They did just fertilize, though, and you can see green stripes on the ground. Maybe they planted something? I’ll have to ask them.
I was pretty sure they were supposed to keep things organic, though.
I should have a medal for getting out and taking these pictures. The wind was awful!