Spring

An old ditty just sprang into my head, one of my mother’s: Spring has sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the flowers is.”

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Well, here’s the Texas bluebonnets in the front yard which come up every year with no prodding, and some tulips in between. I’m not necessarily a precision planter. In Texas at this time of year, bluebonnets cover miles and miles of pasture, climbing up slopes to crown the hills, diving down to line the fencing. You can drive for miles and miles and they are still overwhelming pastures. For those of you who have read my posts for several years, I’m probably repeating myself from some other spring, but that’s what happens when you get old.

I, for one, am grateful to be out of sweatpants and wooly shirts. Even when the lighter clothing also points toward a massive amount of cleaning out winter debris. You may, if you look closely, see dried oak leaves mixed among the flowers. That’s the cost of living on a quiet two blocks long street lined with big and old Oak Trees. But they are beautiful. Right now, they are still covered with stringy yellowish-green things which oaks seem to grow first for whatever reason I’ve not discovered. But they do. The backyard has a willow, now gracefully filling out, and one purple flowering tree and another that fills with white flowers. Yeah, I got carried away with planting when we moved in here 15+ years ago. That seems to be a strain (or stain, however you want to think of it) from growing up on a farm and planting things. I have planted things.

I’ve not yet ventured into the far back garden against our wooden slats fence. I’ll get to it, but right now I’m out of leaf bags and must make another run to the hardware store.

I have, however, completed “From Ocean to Desert” and sent it to the publisher. Now, as promised….sometime…I’ve begun the Mexico book. It’s been a hard start as I have so many false starts from over the years scattered across my writing room floor. However, I finally decided to just start writing and see where it takes me and worry about the editing later. That seems to be working. And recently wrote a lovely memory of swimming in the crystal waters of a cenote in the Yucatan.

So that’s what I’ve been up to, and doing, actually for most of my life it seems. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t writing in one thing or another. I graduated from a diary to a notebook somewhere in my early 20s so as you might imagine, I have a lot of history on pieces of paper.

Happy spring to you all. I hope this finds you well. We’ve all had our covid shots but I still don’t go out much and always wear a mask when I do. I guess this will go on for awhile. In the meantime, I dream of getting on a plane and flying to Ireland. Why not…..

3 thoughts on “Spring

  1. I love seeing the picture of your Bluebonnets. I spent the first ten years of my life in Houston. Riding out in the countryside in springtime to see the Texas Bluebonnets and Indian Paintbrush in bloom are memories I carry with me.

    1. I understand, Viv. I carry those memories with me too….acres and acres of bluebonnets. I do miss Texas although I’m also content with where we are now. Hope you are doing well in this rather odd (to say the least) time!

  2. I’ve read about the Texas wildflowers and they sound like something I’d like to see some day. Spring in Arizona is a very different proposition from spring in the Midwest–not better or worse, just different. I did see some wildflowers a few weeks ago when we drove up to the high desert and mountains, but I do miss the abundance of them in Illinois.

    Today I went to the dentist for the first time since we moved over a year ago, which was lovely. Small joys these days Masks are no longer required by the state and the governor has said cities can’t require them, although businesses still can. However, I went into a store today with prominent sign requiring masks only to see a couple walk in, look at the sign, and ignore it. Such selfishness. We’ve both had both our shots but we’re still careful. I’m not dreaming of going to Ireland, although I’d love to, but to France where I’ve gone to visit my s-i-l and b-i-l every year for some time except last year. Right now driving trips are all I’m planning but I greatly enjoy those, too.

    janet

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