Weekend moments.

This was a weekend filled with friends and wildflowers, and you can never have too many of either. K and B drove up from Houston and they stopped along the way taking pictures of the wildflowers fields. When they got to our road, they stopped their car at the bottom of our hill and snapped picture after picture for nearly twenty minutes before getting back into their car and driving the rest of the way to our house.

More pictures followed as soon as they saw the field of bluebonnets behind our barn. When K's camera needed a rest, we all got into our car and drove to the little French restaurant in the tiny town of Burton (French, because the born-in-France chef there used to work at a famous Houston hotel before saying auvoir to the city and bonjour to the Hill Country.) On the way to Burton, we saw fields of wildflowers and Longhorn cattle, but not one of those pastures could compare to the pastures on our property. (No cows, no horses, no goats = more wildflowers.)

After lunch, we drove further up, into the teeny-tiny town of Round Top. We went to Royer's Cafe, intending to have pie for dessert. Not a chance. Bud (Royer's owner) wasn't seating anyone who had driven there "just for a piece o' pie" because he had a too-long waiting list of customers wanting lunch. Half of the County was driving around this weekend, looking at and photographing the wildflowers. So we bought a whole pie and brought it back to our house. On the way back along the country roads, we saw so many people sitting in the wildflowers and taking pictures, or sitting along the sides of the road and having a picnic. (Doesn't anyone else in this state worry about spiders and fire ants and scorpions?)

Our new friend from last Summer, J, who spends a sizzling month down the road at her house here and the rest of the year at her home in Pennsylvania, surprised us with a visit.... she was here visiting family and inspecting damage done to her home during this past January's "hard freeze." We didn't know she was in town, and when she came to the porch in her Jackie-O sunglasses, I truly believed she was a "lost wildflower looker" who needed directions. Not until she took off the sunglasses did I realize who she was. Lots of hugs followed, with lots of "So good to see you......" and her daughter was with her, so that was a special treat. Their visit ended in a heart-beat, and now we're once again counting the days till J and G come down here for their summer month. After seeing her field filled with bright yellow wildflowers, it's a wonder that J didn't go back to Pennsylvania, tell G to pack it up and move it out and forget about waiting a few more years for retirement.

The wildflowers are still blooming..... the fields are still blue and yellow, red and pink, purple and green. And in our field behind the barn, and in J & J's field across from their pond, we have found some snow-white bluebonnets. How did that happen? They are pure white, and so very different-looking than the bluebonnets, yet just the same. Amazing. This has been an amazing Spring..... and it has hardly begun, and in another heart-beat, it will turn into Summer when we're not paying attention.