R.I.P. Blue Violet
Last year’s brilliant idea. Nice while it briefly lasted. (sob) ahem. Moving along …
April smells like honeysuckle. The scent likes to play tricks. I can stuff my nose right into a blossom and smell nothing or turn a corner and walk right into a tsunami of fragrance. The honeysuckle is just starting to be replaced by confederate jasmine which I think might also be a mind altering fragrance.
Some flower colors seen this month (native and not)
I tell my family that the best times to visit are the two springs of Texas: April or October. Pretty soon the lush greens will fade from exhaustion allowing the tougher grey plants to muscle into our attention. Summer is coming. Morning sunlight will lose its gentle glow and become fierce white. That’s when the punks with their spikes and bristles and waxy clothes come out to play.