It is wildflower season here, not to be confused with the next season, wildfire. Thanks to Lady Bird Johnson, the highways and byways are blooming with bluebonnets. It is really quite pretty to have brilliant yellows, reds, corals, and purplish blues on embankments as you zip (or creep) along the road.
Part of the fun of having bluebonnets in bloom is watching all the parents take their children to a field of blueness and pose their children for pictures among the flowers. I admit, the thought has crossed my mind too, but the thought of corralling 3 children, getting them to sit still, not pick the flowers, and not sit, step or play with fire ants while trying to get pictures of them looking posed and pretty just makes me want to curl up in a ball. So I leave the camera at home and let them pick the flower, wander around and watch hawkishly for fire ants.
But yesterday we were at a park (an off leash dog park no less) and I saw a mighty amusing sight. An individual, with the help of a friend, was posing her dogs --just the dogs-- amongst the bluebonnets, while the friend took fancy pictures with a fancy camera. But it was an off leash dog park, and the dogs wanted to visit with the other dogs and run free, frisk and frolic. And really? It looked a little silly posing a dog in the middle of a bunch of flowers. (I thought about offering the services of my children's faces just so the picture would look a little less odd, but thought better of it.)
