Spring has definitely sprung here in Schulenburg, TX. For the rest of the world that’s a very, very small town somewhere right in the middle of the triangle of Austin, Houston, and San Antonio. Rural is a mild word for the spot. But it does run near IH 10. (and if you’ve never been around here then you better hop thru on IH 10 from San Antonio or Houston and eat at Frank’s. It’s closing this fall after 88 years in business and their home-made bread is better than your grandmother’s!)

Ah, but I went down a rabbit trail…. on our (new to us) land we have a whole passel of spring flowers. We’ve got the usual bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes. A kind of dandelion I haven’t seen before and some dewberry flowers. (If you want to take a peek at those I featured them in my 52 Tuesdays Challenge #19:Tiny)

Wow! I keep going down rabbit trails..though it is close to Easter…

So, in participating with Dutch Goes The Photo’s Tuesday Photo Challenge of Spring, I wanted to ask for your help with some of the flowers – some might say weeds (gasp!!!). I don’t know the names of them and please share if you recognize them! Much appreciated! and Enjoy!

On these yellow ones, the stems grow out at ground level much like a dahlia…

This one has petals resembling a bluebonnet except they are purple instead of the blue and are about 3-4 inches taller.

This pretty and tiny blue flower was scarce but seemed perfect on every petal.

This pretty, pale, pale, hint of blue was also 3-4 inches taller than a bluebonnet and I’m wondering if it is the first bloom of my second two images…

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One of my favorite songs is Andy Griggs’ “Heaven”. So when I saw the Tuesday Photo Challenge by Dutch Goes The Photo of Nostalgia I immediately thought of that song. Here are two photos from back when I was a little kid.  (I’m not saying how long ago that was..)

This first photo is very special to me. There is a place here in Texas named Canton. Most people know it by First Monday. Each weekend of the first Monday of the month this monster “flea market”opens for folks all over the country to come shop around antiques, home furnishing, collectibles and, of course, funnel cakes. But back in the old days, about 125 years or so after the established market days, I went with my grandmother (one the left), her boyfriend and my very special great Aunt Floy (on the right). We took a picnic and ate out by the car – her green monster on the right side of the photo.


The second photo is one that reminds me of playing in the snow with my dad. Living in north Texas meant that every couple of years you got just enough snow to last one day and make that snowman. This one has a heart, an umbrella and an apron.