feast for the eyes

My obsession with spring flowers has come to its peak this year. Everything is so unbelievably vivid right now! Emerald grasses. Chartreuse oaks. A roadside Monet of wildflowers. I haven't seen this many bluebonnets, Indian paintbrushes, Mexican hats, and sunflowers going full-out bonkers like this since I don't know when. It's almost as if my eyes are starving and those fields are the creme brulee. Take my spoon and crack that crust!

And I'm not one for gloating, but even my modest yard is in full bloom! My favorite columbines are like these little yellow comets, like little shooting stars coming home. Scarlet roses. Indigo salvias. Fuchsia bougainvilleas. Even baby cacti!

Every day I watch my cannas progess into their glory. They slowly leaf out and I can't help but appreciate each day for what it brings anew. I inhale the sweet intoxicating aroma of the Texas mountain laurel tree, my favorite little tree in Texas, the one I named my jewelry company after (with a twist of my middle name), and I am transformed. Renewed. Ready to take on the world.

Yet somehow, in the back of my mind, I can't stop myself from thinking that each day is another day closer to the burning resolution of summer, one less day to have these little treasures around.

So what can you do? I guess the only thing that can be done. Take it in and enjoy every fleeting moment.