I saw the first wildflowers of the season on my drive home today. A few Indian Paintbrushes and a few Evening Primroses. Now it won't be long until all the varieties will be at their most abundant. It's always a surprise as to whether we will have a truly glorious spread of breathtaking colors or a sparse year, but even the sparse years are a beauty to behold. How blessed are we to live in Texas and share in the stewardship legacy of Lady Bird Johnson.
When I was in the seventh grade one of our science projects was to collect, press, and accurately identify as many species of wildflowers as we could. My parents really got into that assignment, and drove me far and wide in search of one more sample. I made a really good grade (possibly the last really good grade I ever got in a science class).
The last spring of my mother's life had an exceptionally brilliant show. I drove the 150 miles to her house to pick her up and bring her to our house so she could see how gorgeous the roadsides and pastures were. It was a trip filled with exclamations over and over of, "Oh, look!" and "Have you ever seen them this pretty!" It was a really good day.
And those are really good memories to call up on this St. Patrick's Day.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
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