Because we have been busy visiting her in the hospital and taking care of her house, we have not been to the ranch in a long time. I was missing my back porch, my daybed and rocker. I don't dream of winning American Idol or owning a million dollar yacht; I dream of being here. So when we opened our gate, I exhaled deeply. I hadn't realized I had been holding breath until that very moment. And now, finally we were on our little road,
then we crested the hill.
Although these are actual photos of the drive to the ranch, these pictures were taken in years past; sadly these flowers are not in bloom now. (You can see more wildflowers that bloom at Cedar Hill Ranch here.) What I saw was a parched version of these hills due to the current drought conditions in Texas. But even with the lack of rain, this is where I wanted to be; this IS my happy place.
We continued on our little road,
crossing the bridge
and drove up another hill, when on my left, I saw this...
Although we usually have something blooming from spring to fall here, this year's lack of rain has been brutal, and the wildflowers have been sparse. These bluebells were straining through the brown hay to meet the sun.
It was as if they were saying to me, "Welcome home."
I waited until it was evening, when the cool breezes had begun, and gently cut as many as I could it in my white pitcher. I tried not be greedy.
It was a heavenly greeting, a divine gift that I desperately needed.
