Listen. Can you hear the pop, pop, pop? That’s springtime in Texas. Trees are budding out. Down here, spring is an action verb.
Last week, there was nothing but hard, bare trees braced against bleak skies. Pop. Some green. Pop. White blossoms. Pop. More blossoms. The birds seem happier. Me, too. I’m tempted to chirp.
High in the treetops, the squirrels are more awake. That’s where I draw the line. As a concession, I now nap with the windows open.
Life is sweet. Soon, the wildflowers will take center stage. Busy people will gas up the family buggy for a ride in the Hill Country to soak in the beauty.
Each new smile is contagious.
And returns the favor.