|Sophia in the middle of Mrs Lee's daffodil garden.|
This is my first Texas Spring in many years . . . and it is Anton and Sophia's first . . . ever.
Texas Springtime is full of SUN!
Bright, harsh, full-blast SUN!
|"Do daffodils smell, Mom?"|
There is no "Big Thaw" here.
No standing water.
No piles of trash and dog poop that suddenly appear after the cover of snow is gone.
There are no slip-sliding days.
No need for galoshes at all.
There is no mud.
In Texas, we slip
Just a few weeks of beautiful weather.
Blooming everywhere - full of bright green and technicolor
Before the heat begins.
|Holding hands in the garden.|
In Texas, the daffodils show their heads in March.
They are the first heralds of Spring!
Then come the dogwoods.
Their delicate white sprinkling hope in the dark, still-barren woods.
A signal for the blooming and budding to begin.
|Delivering St Patrick's Day goodies!|
The flowers come out - and so do neighbors!
Little princesses, in their tiaras and best bright green
Sharing goodies in celebration of Spring!
And, women in hats
Gather for a Southern salad luncheon
On the lake where azaleas bloom.
Seven and eight feet tall
Bushes awash in soft vibrant flowers.
|Mom won in the "Makes Me Smile" category in the hat competition.|
Even prize-winning Springtime hats
Pale in comparison.
Thank you, God, for a Texas Spring!
Thank you for each budding, growing thing!
Thank you for friends with whom to share
Your great Beauty