"Gawd's country," as we like to say 'round here. Nuthin' as beautiful as a Texas spring (which can start in January.) When I look out over my monitor I see lush meadows full of very pricey cow critters (not mine, alas, belong to my tenant), and a constant succession of wild flowers...Indian paintbrushes in brilliant orange and yellow...blowsy pink primroses in profusion...our famous Bluebonnets...daisies, Queen Anne's Lace, Texas Stars, dewberries blossoming forth with the promise of big, tasty berries guarded by vicious thorns...a flock of egrets visits from one of our lakes, and buzzards and hawks circle lazily, seeing if anyone left a little lunch lying around. The days are in the seventies, the nights cool enough to snuggle under a down-filled comforter.
How lovely our land is. Will there ever be another spring like this? I do not know. I cannot promise you that all will be well, for it will not.