Season of Singing

A picture may be worth a thousand words, 

but being there in person is worth ten thousand. 

The annual wildflower pilgrimage on the first day of spring was our first in years and it did not disappoint. Forty miles of blooming carpet along Hwy.16 was jaw droppingly beautiful.

 Cars, trucks, and motorcycles were stopped all along the the two lane for drivers to snap up the beauty with cameras and smart phones. 

Bluebonnets, longhorns, and the Texas flag fulfilled longings of the the years spent in other states.

 Us Texicans are passionate about those things...and bar-b-q...and tacos. 

Spring flowers and green grass and budding mesquite trees bring freshness to the soul

 and hope for days of warmth and sunshine.

 And you get your "awe" back. As in, "Awesome" or "AWEsome"

 or "aweSOME" or "AWESOME".  

And sometimes, "Awe. Ain't that purdy." 

My flicks don't hold a flickering candle to the professionals.

 But they are mine. 

I am the one who was awed that I could get get down there, 

then get up off my knees and elbows 

after bending double for that close-up shot. 

 Flowers appear on the earth;

The season of singing has come.

(Song of Songs 2:12)

 "Walk into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They don’t fuss with their appearance—but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them. If God gives such attention to the wildflowers, most of them never even seen, don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?"

(Luke 12:27-28 The Message)