Yesterday, adventure called, so all that were available climbed aboard Cloud Nine and off we went in search of Texas bluebonnets. The passenger list totaled seven adults, one very cute toddler, and a yellow bird.
The clouds gathered in pockets of gray as we left the city and drove west. The countryside rolled by in shades of green and brown, the conversation, a steady hum. Just outside the little community of Chappell Hill, we came upon a meadow of blue. We pulled off the road, exited the bus and leaned into a fierce wind that whipped us (and our hats) about. Across the spring green field, bluebonnets awaited.
Here are some photos from the day.
The daughter came in handy as a sidekick photographer. She used her imagination and the results of me and The Man were candid and light, perfect for the occasion. (If you notice, my hat is pulled way down. I got tired of chasing it.)
The cute toddler (my grand-niece, sugar plum, if you haven’t guessed by now) had her beloved nana and papa with her. Cameras were clicking all around.
The twin sister had her beautiful (and very pregnant) daughter with her. (Just a few weeks left before another grand-niece makes her appearance!)
The day was a family affair, a rarity for a middle-of-the-week happening.
A little backstory, for those of you who have nothing better to do than read this wordy post (you are appreciated).
Whenever I hand my camera to The Man, he loves taking pictures of—wait for it—ME! And he especially enjoys the zoom feature, zooming in on me when I'm totally unaware that I am being photographed. I admit that in my younger years this little practice annoyed me to no end. I mean, who wants to be photographed when they aren't expecting it? The results were generally horrific.
But as I've aged, I find this little habit of his most endearing. Of all the beautiful things The Man could photograph, he chooses to focus on me, in all of my wideness and rolly-ness. If that isn't romantic, what is?
Yesterday, as the family set out doing their own thing among the bluebonnets, I strolled out away from the crowd and sat down. The field was alive with color, and peace. So much peace. I sat there and drank it all in, God's presence everywhere. And I happen to think that The Man created some magic with his sneaky photography work yesterday. In years to come, I know I will look at these images and remember the stillness of the moment.
As the troops made their way back to the bus, my daughter looked at me and said, "Mom, did we get a picture together?" I said, "I don't believe we did," so we stopped and I snapped this one. It is my favorite shot of the day—me and my amazing daughter standing in a meadow of blue.
I have rambled long enough, dear friends. Until next time, you have my permission to take a day off and go find the beauty around you.
Linking up with Mary at Little Red House, where the inspiration is all about "blue" today.