We all dream when we sleep; at least that’s what I read somewhere. When I was younger, I remember having vivid, colorful, sometimes even magical dreams. As I’ve gotten older, my dreams seemed to fade in both intensity and color. […]
I just love how the spring rain brings out scads of these flowers. the park near my Mom’s house was just covered in Texas Bluebells (and bees). If you’re driving out on the Texas highways, you will see them there as well. It’s always a beautiful sight to see such a beautiful shade of blue next to the drab gray highway.