Wildflowers are a sign that I’ve lived another year. I can’t seem to believe it until I see them blanketing the grasses by the roadside, those little strips of the Texas prairie that civilization has allowed to survive.
Wildflowers are a sign that I’ve lived another year. I can’t seem to believe it until I see them blanketing the grasses by the roadside, those little strips of the Texas prairie that civilization has allowed to survive.
Ruby Walker