Iris, bluebonnets, primroses 2012All aboard!

Line up, everyone.

Two by two.

Keep moving.

That’s right.

Keep the line moving.

There’s room for all

The Ark is now loading.


Michael, row the boat ashore.


When it rains, it pours.

And that certainly proved to be true.

As it poured and poured these past couple days.

Night and day.

Day and night.

Didn’t stop the hummingbird.

But all the other birds took cover.

Hummingbirds don’t have that luxury.

Their lives are on the line.

And no time to waste.

Bless their tiny, palpitating hearts.

Resident lizards hid as well.

Maybe frogs will appear.

Or fish.

It was a dark and stormy night.


It really was.

Talk about sturm und drang.


Felt like Wuthering Heights.

Or The Hound of the Baskervilles.

Perfect weather for Edgar Allen Poe.

The rain gauge overfloweth.

Or nearly.

Thank you, El Nino.

With April showers like this…

We’re in for some monster May flowers.

Even dead trees are coming back.

Or trying to.

Bushes distressed by drouth are reviving.

Some are even blooming.

Who would’ve thought?

Truly the season of resurrection.

And rebirth.

A time to plant.

A time to reap.

A time to fix the water gaps.

And avoid low-water crossings.

That’s Mason.

Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.


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