These aren’t those.

I traveled to Houston this week on business and the wild flowers called to me. They wanted to speak to y’all. They wanted to share their view of the world with each of you. I hadn’t packed my camera, nor did I schedule a spare moment to pull over to the side of the road. Boy, doesn’t that say something.

I didn’t schedule a single moment to spare.

As a result, I have blurry pictures taken through a dirty car window speeding by on a windy day. So…low resolution splotches and splashes of color. So instead, I will merely share their names with you, and within such names a link to images from others. Other people who thought to pack cameras. Other people who allowed buffer in their day. Who took the time to take pause. I hope I’ve learned my lesson. I fear I will be relearning it time and time again, the hard way, in the weeks and years to come. I won’t say that I didn’t try though. I have and I will continue to try.

Bluebonnets, that for nearly a decade I would accidentally call blue bells, carpet the roadsides. Other roadsides prefer a warmer shade of blossom in the form of Indian Paintbrush. Not to be confused with Downy Paintbrush. Then there are the Winecups and the Moss Verbena adding some purple to the scene. We can’t neglect the yellow of the Engelmann’s Daisy, the Texas Star, or the countless other yellows soon to pop. Or the white of the blackfoot daisy or the wrinkly poppy that are coming soon. The summers here may turn brown and dry and drab, but the springs contend with the best of the springs out there.

I did have my camera this morning though and there are things up and about on home turf. Stretching their arms to the sky in a morning yawn. Wriggling their toes deeper into the soil with the help of the sprinkler. Working on their tan in the sunbeams or flexing their muscles in the wind, the growth has started to outpace the pill bug population…or so I hope.

Elian the Avocado is working on his next few inches.
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An accidentally acquired navel orange is giving it a go in hopes of a bee or two.

These leeks have an rather cumbersome bedfellow…
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The Peas That Nearly Weren’t are in need of a stick to climb.
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And it’s past time to mow thanks to the timing of the rain lately and the alignment of naps and daylight.
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Thankfully, the baby monitor that I left to fend for itself in the flood waters from the sky has miraculously recovered so I am once again free to roam about once or twice a day on weekends. Or as I say, “I’m going to go play outside now.”


5 comments on “These aren’t those.

  1. Tina says:

    Nice post. Funny that you call bluebonnets “bluebells”. You know, there is a wildflower called a Texas Bluebell, . I seem to recall reading that it was, in fact, Lady Bird’s favorite wildflower.

  2. Robbie says:

    pretty native plants you do have in your zone! I love it-
    “Play in the garden”-that should be a bumper sticker!
    I believe that is why I love going outside so often. When I was a kid, I never wanted to inside. I would be roaming the neighborhood on food or on two wheels of any kind! Gardening is our adult play-isn’t that a great way to look at it + more of us need to get outside and play.
    I forget my camera ALL the time:-)

    • plumdirt says:

      Human beings weren’t meant to spend so much time indoors. Nevermind that we didn’t used to even have an “indoors.” If I don’t go outside each day, I get cranky. My daughter is the same way and has done a fine job reminding me of this fact through her own needs.

  3. Robbie says:

    Hope you could figure out”food” was “foot”-LOL..I need to slow down!
    I am a little hyper now that spring is in the air-my time at the computer needs to be quick-can ya tell???? LOL

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