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An Important Guest





With April approaching I'm beginning to miss Texas seasons. San Diego is beautiful I admit, however it's too beautiful. More and more I read blogs of people who long for spring. In San Diego it's always spring and frankly I miss seasons. Now, that's not to say that Texas has particularly gradiose seasons but they do exist. I miss when that smell of fall comes along with the onset of deadening orange, red, and maple colored leaves mixed with the smell of pumpkin pies drifting from people's windows. Fall is replaced by a wet winter that wouldn't be cold except the water drops in the air freeze the end of your nose and toes. The hill country is spotted with dead trees and evergreens and graying wooden fences. And the sidewalks are covered in Santas with cowboy hats. Everyone's home has Christmas lights (the joy of being in the Bible belt.) February to mid march is the season of wellingtons, colorful umbrellas, and neon green foliage enhanced by the never ending cold rain. It floods, it pours, and everywhere you go people are running into local bars to drink a beer and escape the blustery day.

It is the Texas spring that I miss the most right now because it hits you hard. The clouds clear and suddenly WHAM there's sunshine that is deliciously hot on your skin. And there is a sweet cold breeze to cool you. And you know it is officially spring once the bluebonnets cover the rolling green hills, stretching from the edge of the lake to the beds of the oak trees. This is the kind of spring I miss. The spring that isn't gradual but instead announces itself like an important guest.
{sources: 1. Bluebonnet - Brenham, TX, 2. DSC_4245,, 3. The Rare White Bluebonnet}

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