Spring has sprung! Do you ever see that incredible waving wheat, or that field of Texas Bluebonnets and think how glorious it would be to run and run through it, not a care in the world? When I was a kid, I used to want my dad to stop on road trips and let me do stuff like that, but he never would. Between Grandmother's house and ours, were the so-called Glass Mountains and do you think I ever got to once stop and find one "diamond" in the rough?
Nope, not once.
Well, I like to think if Daddy were here today he'd stop for Sydney to grab some glass rocks and he'd love every second of it. In fact, I am thinking it would have been his idea!
Anyhow...tiptoeing through the tulips... well it's not so perfectly whimsical as you might think, for those of you who have always wanted to try it but just never found the time. In fact, it's one of life's little disappointments, if I do say so myself!
First of all, there must've been about a million bees in this particular field. If you lean down til your ear is about four feet from the blooms, you can hear their simultanoues monotonous buzzing...sounds a bit like really tiny little bee-sized violins playing the same note over and over really fast. Reminds me of the 70's thriller The Killer Bees that I wasn't supposed to watch (but I kinda did one night over at my cousin Peggy and Andy's house..I couldn't have been more than six or seven years old!)
Well, back from the nostalgic days...
Sydney LONGED to run in this field the other day. I said to her as we parked the car, "Honey, sometimes a field of flowers is not so soft as it looks. Sometimes it might be prickly, dirty, or there might be bugs." You know...the whole "things-are-not-always-as-they-seem" conversation...
Well, for any of you who may not know this already, we have a little bug-phobia over at the homestead. So as predicted, she kind of...well there is no other way to put it other than this: PUBLIC FLIP OUT.
We were certainly CLOSE to the Bluebonnets, but not really IN the Bluebonnets!
Here are a couple of pics from the outskirts.
