Sunday I decided to take a stroll. Not a walk, a stroll. Walking is done for exercise and a stroll is recreation. I am not Jewish so I don’t observe Saturday as a Sabbath but as a Christian I recognize that God was not just blowing smoke when He said to take a day of rest. So I try to make Sunday, The Lord’s Day, into a day of rest. Thus I could not take a walk, I had to stroll. It is a different experience. When I stroll I stop and examine the wild flowers along the way. I pause and examine the sky to see if I missed the trumpet call of the Rapture.
As I strolled I noticed the first Indian Paint Brush of the year. It is just around the corner on the side road in front of a parked trailer. You can see it about eight feet in front of the trailer. You can’t miss it. It stands tall. On the way back, on the other side of the road I saw a yard with a good spread. I wasn’t aware at the time but it was the first day of spring. The flowers knew.
Today I noticed a group of pincushion daisies. They were already forming red balls and some had tiny yellow blossoms sprouting. It was also cloudy enough that the evening primroses were still standing tall.
Spring is here in the Texas Hill Country.
homo unius libri
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