and the grass is lush again; the flowers bloom


It is the first crime we all commit as children in Texas; succumb to the irresistibility of a bluebonnet and try to make a single bloom our own. It's hard to catch someone in the act, but sometimes we all run to see who'll come catch us. I keep my own pressed bluebonnet in a laminated bookmark, just to remember that first field of flowers I witnessed, the first time I welcomed spring...


Priya said...

Those flowers are gorgeous.

Anonymous said...

Actually, the flowers look prettier in the picture than they do when I see them on the road side.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)