I never imagined I'd see wildflowers in my own backyard, but that's part of the joy of living in the hill country. A month ago, Husband carefully mowed around the mass of pale pink evening primroses outside our door, and they're still blooming away.
And when I walk down the driveway, I see verbenas, Mexican hats, and purple thistles. Down the road a ways are hillsides so enflowered that they look like gold paint has been splashed on them. Earlier in the month, it was blue paint.
God bless rain.