“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
―
Huffhines Park, Richardson, Texas
The city is out, between the thunderstorms, mowing down all the patches of wildflowers. I guess that is a sign that spring is ending and the Texas summer is nigh. God help us all.
One man’s wildflowers are another man’s weeds.
—-Antonio Vitalis, From Hell’s Heart I Stab At Thee
Wildflowers, Huffhines Park, Richardson, Texas
The City allows patches, often in vegetated medians or along the borders of parks, to grow unattended, unmowed, into patches of wildflowers. I stopped along one such patch on my bike ride and took a few photos. Mostly the ubiquitous Texas Bluebonnets, but also other, similar, wildflowers of various colors. On this patch there was a singular clump of these which stood out and above the others. I have no idea what these are (Black Eye’d Susans?) but they drew the eye. And the camera.
“You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free”
― Tom Petty
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Bill Chance 