There is one month each year when central Texas is at its finest.
Running north of Dallas and continuing south to the Gulf, everything is a yellowish-green, the hue of new growth, rebirth and abundant potential.
Grasses are allowed to grow tall and willowy, so they dance on the slightest current.
Wild flowers force their way through every crack in the hardened earth.
The landscape is visually on fire as far as your eye can see.
The Indian Blankets have always been my favorites for a blast of color, but the Wild Primrose is the one that strikes me for being most out-of-place.
Growing low to the ground with petals of soft pink and somewhat frilled at the edges, the Wild Primrose appears so fragile, yet it can grow in no true soil and won’t succumb to the fiery temperatures that have begun to rise.
It is one of the things I appreciated while living there but quickly forgot about once beyond the Texas border.