NO (APRIL) FOOLING!

Hill Country Wildflowers

April.

Nice word.

In other languages, too.

Abril.

Avril.

Aprile.

Dubna.

Huhtikuu.

Nice month.

Nice flowers.

Celestials.

Indian Paintbrush.

Gaillardia.

Evening Primrose.

Coreopsis.

Bluebonnets galore.

We knew it would happen.

All that rain.

We knew the bluebonnets would bloom profusely.

Take a drive.

Quick.

Before they’re gone.

Out James River Road.

From Highway 87 all the way to the Llano River.

Or the Llano Highway all the way to Llano.

Or Red Lane.

Or drive around town.

Wow.

Those wildflowers bloom anywhere they dang well feel like.

Rampant in Gooch Cemetery.

And Grit Cemetery.

And Art West Cemetery.

Bluebonnets lead the way up the steps to Gamel Guesthouse.

Billowing in random pastures.

Exploding in vacant lots.

Parading down alleyways.

Intertwined with prickly pear.

Lodged in cracks of granite.

Blue as water.

Their cool beauty eases the heat.

40 degrees in the morning.

87 in the afternoon.

Which is the norm in Texas.

In the Spring.

“April showers bring May flowers.”

Maybe.

Maybe not.

One thing’s for sure.

There’s plenty here already.

And it’s only April.

That’s Mason.

 

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

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