Today is one of those days you know for sure that South Texas is its own paradise--at least for the month of April. The roadsides are palettes of color--blues, corals, yellows, purple, red, gold.
If you don't live in Texas and are considering it, come in April if you want the needle to move toward yes. Or July and August if you want the needle to move no.
We Texans rarely leave in April. Thanks to Lady Bird and the bees and "the birds that poop seeds" (to use Elena's scientific explantation), we have a breathtaking profusion of roadside flowers.
Tomorrow is yoga, plumber, picking up tax forms; today was the pleasure of being with three beautiful friends and soaking up the most amazing day, eating olive bread and tapenade and cheeses, smelling soaps made of olive oil, listening to Joy call the flowers by their true names. Some days are prose days; today was a poetry day.
Saturday will be another--driving to Fredricksburg and maybe doing the wildflower loop north of here to see what's blooming.
My pomegranate tree is going for Year Three with no blooms, no fruit, the sole empty pomegranate tree on the street. The pecan tree is a late bloomer this year, but today it announced that it's going to leaf out after all.
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