March. Trees are leaving and budding, wildflowers are blooming. By the end of the month, bluebonnets will blanket the Texas fields and roadsides.
And by June, it will all be gone.
Of my threescore years and ten, fifty-eight will not come again. I’m going out to see the loveliest spring there is.
Join me.
M. K. Waller 
a lovely poem, vivid imagery .
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I’m glad you like the poem. A. E. Housman is one of my favorite poets.
Thank you for visiting my blog.
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would love to
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Okay. When they’re really blooming, we’ll drive up to Llano. I’ll check the calendar.
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Lovely poem. I am looking forward to bluebonnet fields. I hope we have lots of bluebonnets this year.
Helen
Straight From Hel
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I’m told the wildflowers are gorgeous down toward Pleasanton. Am going to check out the Hill Country this week.
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It is out of ordinary beauty- because its honesty, sincere feelings remind me of to live, to love, and to breathe! enchants my every sense!
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I guess that’s what spring is about–living, loving, breathing. Thanks for visiting and for your comment.
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