Around here, it’s been a busy few days, with The final round of edits on The Story Keeper due the first of this week. It’s also the first Mother’s Day I haven’t had both of the man children home, as this year our youngest isn’t through with college finals yet. I considered calling the Dean of Students or the Board of Regents to complain about the grievous error in semester scheduling that caused this problem, but as we intend to send him back to said college next year, I decided to keep my pout to myself. On the bright side, we enjoyed Mother’s Day time with man-child #1 and his girlfriend, as well as with grandmothers on both sides. Always a special treat!
I was fishing for something to write about today, and then on the way over to Mother’s Day dinner At Nannys house, I passed by this amazing field of Texas wildflowers.
And then I knew that what this Mother’s Day needed, as life weaves its way through changing seasons, was a retrospective on that one special constant of Texas spring. It is the same from town to town, from county to county, from family to family, from country to city, and mom to mom, anywhere in Texas east of the vast dry country that starts at about Abilene and reaches westward to New Mexico.
If you are anywhere, anywhere in Texas where green things grow and the wildflowers bloom in spring, you must, simply must, spit-shine the family on a quiet Saturday morning, or a lazy Sunday afternoon, and proceed to the nearest patch of bluebonnets to plop everyone down and take pictures.
As proof of this important yearly ritual, I give you — in all it’s glory — this year’s official Wingate picture in the bluebonnets:
Of course, if there’s a new baby in the family, he or she must also have the obligatory bluebonnet picture taken.
Since we’re talking bluebonnets and Mother’s Day this morning, I thought it might be fun to go back and do a little retrospective of the official Wingate bluebonnet pictures over the years. In Texas, you can trace the winding trails of family life by simply the bluebonnet photos.
In the end, as I look back over the years of bluebonnets, and babies, and boys, and now men, I can’t help but ponder the transient nature of things. That which is most precious becomes precious because of it’s fleeting nature. The bluebonnets bloom, and carpet the earth, and paint the air with fragrance. They fill the eye, and the heart, and dazzle the mind. How can there be so many, so quickly. Why such careless abundance?
And then they are gone. Baby smiles, become boy smiles, become man smiles. And then they are gone too.
All that has life and breath stays only for a season. It arrives in its time and departs in its time.
And if we are especially blessed, perhaps it comes again another year.
Blue -Blue Mother’s Day Giveaway
For a little Mother’s Day Monday Fun, and in celebration of the bluebonnets, we’re giving away a sweet sea glass heart (blue of course) pendant and earring set from Sandy’s Seashell Shop. To enter, leave a comment, answering the question of the day. We’ll leave the contest open all week, and announce a winner on Sunday.
Question of the day: Do you have a favorite annual ritual in your family? Tell us about it!
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