I am a different person when I walk our land. The birdsong and wind’s whisper are seen even more than heard. Every cactus needle and yucca tell a pointed tale. The roadrunners are leaning forward into their runs. A thousand firewheels orchestrate a symphony of swaying waves. And yellow blooms breathe in-out, in-out, in-out lungfuls of air. I have not found it yet out here but somewhere there is the pulse of a beating heart.
“As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.” ~ John Muir
There is a natural progression to the wildflowers appearing on our land in central Texas. Verbena and Bluebonnets mark the beginning of Spring wildflowers. They give way to firewheels, mexican hats and the prickly pear cactus blooms. The fields turn from purple and blue to yellows, oranges and reds.
Normally in central Texas we get about a 2 week spring jammed between our pseudo-winter and an automatic hotter-than-hell summer. But this Spring 2015 we actually had nice temps and a wet spring that lasted three months. The land, plants and animals seemed to love it. Today was the first “hot” day. Our flooding was the only bad spot in this wonderful spring. I will be posting a bunch of images from our land taken the Spring 2015.
Let’s start with the spring’s bloom on a Prickly Pear Cactus. When I see these it always seems like the blooms are being guarded by the large and very small cactus needles. I have had the tiny needles stuck in my lips. See them in bunches on the ridge of the cactus pod? They do burn. It is a long story and not a happy ending.