For anyone who questions my fiercely passionate loyalty to Texas, allow the below pictures to speak for me. North Carolina friends, these are for you.
Yes, Texas may have record high summers every summer. Yes, cedar fever can be worse than the flu. No, there is not a substantial amount of snow annually. But where else can you drive a few minutes outside the city and see natural beauty like this? Texas bluebonnets - odes, sonnets and free verses should be written about each one of you each year you return and bless the eyes, hearts, and Easter Sunday pictures of Texans large and small. I miss you!!
What is even more wonderful about Texas bluebonnets is that they are not the end of the Texas wildflowers. The blue landscape rises like the sun with the coral orange of Indian Paintbrush, the two-toned Indian Blanket, and the cheery yellow Black-Eyed Susan. And then, every here and there, are pale pink evening primroses and merlot winecups. Here in NC, all we get is yellow pollen and green grass, the latter of which is a rare occurrence in Texas, but not the same kind of colorful. Texas may have hues of brown happening most the summer, but it makes up for it with the grand rainbow of colors in the spring and early summer.
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Of course, in these pictures, what you're actually seeing is your tax dollars at work since Lady Bird Johnson convinced the state government to seed the flowers along the highways. Colorful? Yes, but not exactly natural.
It's positively gorgeous this year and you don't even have to leave the city to see it! Everyday as I drive to work I see this wonderful field and all I want to do is photograph it!
i don't even have to see the flowers....but the two lane roads that never end and you drive 70mph passing fields, farms, and the occasional gas station. i love driving in texas!
Tell me about it, Sara! One of my favorite parts about college was the drive to and from home. Going past small towns with their small town festivals. Cows, goats, horses. People in old trucks pulling over to the shoulder to let you pass, and then the obligatory wave of thanks. One of the best habits I picked up on Hwy 79.
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