Mow mow mow your grass
Quickly as you can.
Cuz rain will come and then you’ll have
To do it all again.
All over town it’s mow mow mow.
Out in the country it’s shred shred shred.
Or doze doze doze.
Rain rain rain.
Doin’ all the good.
Early May morning.
Up comes the sun.
Round and red as a giant gaillardia.
Overseeing the land.
Filling the fields.
Indian Blankets blanketing the pastures.
Intermingled among the blooming prickly pear.
Along with White Prickly Poppy.
And zillion yellow flowers.
Out and about.
Along with the bats.
Every bird making a nest.
(And making a mess.)
Every snake on the move.
And a turtle crosses the road.
Means more rain.
Other turtles stay put in the river.
Or live happily in a pond.
Like the McFarlands’ out there on the Llano Highway.
Nearly every time I pass by, there’s the resident turtle.
Resting on its rock.
Smack dab in the center of the tank.
Happy as can be.
‘Tis the season to be jolly.
Especially with the sun on your back.
A shell for shelter.
And all the bugs you can eat.
Speaking of eating…
An incredible array of foods can be had
At the Mason Soiree.
Saturday, May 21 at the Old Peanut Mill.
For tickets, go to masonsoiree.com
Starts at 4 p.m.
Arts and crafts.
Winemakers Dinner and Reception at 6 p.m.
Cuisines by noted Hill Country chefs.
Rain or shine.