The bluebonnets have gone to seed and our roadsides have grown gold-and-flame blanket flower. We've had no rain, four weeks now and counting, but roots transmit damp held deep in clay.
Wilson and McDermott took us to Mammoth Cave (largest in the US) in Kentucky years back, we took them to Cave Without A Name in Boerne (who needs big when you have amazing?)
White prickly poppies dance in the wind. The foliage scratches like thistles and all parts of the plant are poisonous, but the diaphanous petals flutter like a ballerina's skirts and bees find a banquet in the nectar.
While we banquet at the Dodging Duck.
Wilson & McDermott, Denny and me. Our roots go deep.
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