Spring is definitely, finally, here in Central Texas. The first hint was that Memory, she who never sheds until the last frost has definitely come and gone, started releasing her winter coat.
Then hints of green peeked through the brown grass, with promise of thing to come.
Today, walking down the drive with the dogs to pick up the mail, I took quick pictures of the flowers that have appeared, as if by magic, in the last day or so.
First were the little purple flowers under the old plum tree outside our back door.
Next, the beautiful yellow Iris blooming at the edge of the woods.
As we rounded the corner, the young volunteer plum trees, daughters of the old one, were dressed in their finest spring white and green.
Further along the side of the drive, we ran across some of the dewberry vines that are blooming, and dreamed of berries to come in weeks ahead.
Approaching the mailbox, there were the little white wild onions that I remember picking in bouquets for my mother when I was a child. They bring back fond memories every spring.
And, finally, tucked into the protection of the side of the ditch, a tiny, delicate, pink buttercup, the first I've seen this spring.
In every season, we are surrounded by beauty, living here in the country. This time of year just nudges us to notice a little bit more.
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