As I write this, it is April and we have weeks of Springtime ahead of us still. The weather remains unsettled, see-sawing back and forth between oh so chilly and almost summer-like warmth— between the sublime of perfect sundrenched days, and into a windswept dustbowl that tears the eyes, can chill to the bone, and paints everything in shades of dun and brown. But ahh, those days that tell of the warmer more generous months to come. If you aren’t or haven’t already, it’s time to get outside.
I came upon the quote at the start of this post by chance a few days ago. John Muir’s words inspired me to write this, and sent me into daydreams of the warmer days to come. His sentiment is one I would wish for everyone in this hectic, busy, over-connected world. We all need to take time to reflect, to witness the glorious world we are so priveledged to live in. And what better place than West Texas.
Though the rains of summer are yet to arrive, color is peeking through as the trees leaf out, and blossom. Everywhere there’s any extra moisture to spare, low growing wildflowers are popping up with yellow, pink or purple faces shining in the sun. And as always, the weeds, encouraged by the longer days and warmth are leaping up in mosaic patches of green. The bright sun shines down mellowly, deceptively strong at these altitudes. Don’t forget your hats and sunscreen.