It’s a tradition in these parts, a responsibility even, to celebrate spring by throwing your poor children out on the roadsides for their annual bluebonnet pictures. In early March we start scanning the open areas for signs of blue and scouring drawers and stores for the perfect photo duds. Once those fields burst into wild rivers of blue, we are ready, cameras in hand, to capture the fleeting moment.
We do it to celebrate Texas at its finest… this audaciously lovely time before the hell heat of summer. We do it so that our children will know that they are a part of the beauty of Texas and that it is a part of them.
I’d like to think that spring’s blue blooms will one day make my men think of me and all our spring rambles together… but really no one can claim the bluebonnet as her own flower. The bluebonnets belong to all of us. They are everything wild and free, old fashioned and true about Texas. They are so much a part of us.
*** there are couple of years missing in there. If memory serves, 2006 was too dry for a decent crop of bluebonnets, and 2008 was too wet. At least I think that’s the way it was.