Wildflowers Mark the Route

This is an early photo from 2017. I thought I needed a wildflower photo (as I save this old post) and what could be better than some yellow composites.

My drives back and forth to work or on errands have been a feast (or should I say "fiesta"), the table set with the next wave of wild flowers. I have tried not to hurry as all too soon the colors will fade.

Bluebonnets are already gone and fire wheels (gaillardia) cover the wild fields and ditches. Those bright orange, yellow and red blooms (and the already seeded and drying grasses) portend the coming furnace of summer. Thistles are just coming into bloom. The yuccas too have finally caught up with those I saw last month in south Texas - their creamy white blooms a bouquet atop spiny leaved stems.

The cultivated fields are either just up in corn or just harvested with huge cylinders of hay strewn about...like a giant broke her necklace and the beads scattered across the ground.

My former commutes, when the children were small, were all asphalt and subdivisions, pawn shops, and old buildings. I guess this is the trade. When the kids grow up, you are sent fresh reminders of youth - of renewal.