Spring has Sprung in Texas!

It may not feel like Spring in many places... winter is holding on like a 2 year old tantrum in the NorthEast, but here in Texas the roses have spoken... and they are whispering joy.

As we drove to yet another appointment yesterday with dad, we took a little detour and ambled thru the gorgeous Gussie Field Watterworth Park in Farmer's Branch...

... well, I ambled, Dad watched from under the shade of an old oak tree... and we were smitten just a little bit...and smiling a lot...

A soft spring breeze carried a sweet fragrance and we felt our spirits lift.  Spring does that, I think. Gives Hope.  Especially after a long, cold winter... 

And for a small, little while, our worries disappeared.

"We can complain because rose bushes have thorns,

Or we can rejoice because thorn bushes have roses."

                                             ~ Abraham Lincoln

Today, we rejoice...

Wherever you wander this weekend,

may you find the sweetest of detours

and a forever Hope to lift your heart.

My Love,

  Jane

Safe in the Jaws of the Beast...

Ok, so you remember that walk we took a week back?

The beautiful spring-day walk in the woods?  Yep, that one...

And our hearts were smiling, and the breeze was light, and it was so very springy and pretty...

And I took lots of pictures, and only shared a few, cuz overload and all that.  Well, there were a few pictures I didn't share, because, well, they weren't very springy and pretty.

But, then everything changes.  And now I have to share.  So beware...not springy and pretty coming up...

 

Yes, it is indeed a skull...

 

 

Just laying out on the path, wicked fangs interrupting the peaceful calm of our spring walk.  Farmer husband informed me that they are tusks from a wild hog... But fangs, tusks, it was all a little unsettling

 

So, of course, we picked up the gruesome skeleton and brought it back home.  You expected that, yes?

 

It's kind of like "show-and-tell" at Memaw and Pepaw's... Because grandkids love gory stuff...

 

And I tried to ignore the gory skull... But then it ended up on the patio table so we could see it better and I refused to eat there, ever and again, amen...

 

Fast forward to today and this adorable little tree frog...

 

 

 

 

All safe and snug in the Jaws of the Beast...

And getting a little sun to boot.

 

 

How can that not make you happy?

Sweet little tree frog, nestled all content

in the last place on earth I would ever want to be...
Perhaps there is good even in the gory?

 

(The patio table is still dead to me...just saying)

 

And because this could be a traumatizing post for the squeamish among us,

I feel obligated to end on a happier note...

 

 

Same walk, same day...

Frilly blooming Iris,

growing wild and free,

a thing of beauty.

 

May your day be so,

the unexpected beautiful right where you are.

 

Love Always,

              Jane