On Lake Buchanan

We were out on a boat on Lake Buchanan today.

We saw herons wading in the lake and in the creeks. We saw wild goats under the Oaks on the ledges of the limestone bluffs. The eagles have gone, but we saw an Osprey sitting on a limb hanging out over the water. And we saw Cormorants and Kingfishers skimming the surface of the lake. And I heard the call of a Canyon Wren.

We saw Mountain Laurels in purple bloom absolutely everywhere. And Plums now coming out in pink and red. We saw what our guide called Pink Dogwood, although we didn't believe the name.

We saw Bluebonnets starting to bloom. And Indian Paintbrush. There were bluish-lavenders with a yellow-white center that I could not name. And yellows large and yellows small in anticipation of many yellows yet to come. And there were Dagger Yuccas in bloom.

There were Live Oaks with last year's leaves about to drop and Red Oaks laden with pollen and other oaks waiting a bit longer before accepting that spring has come. There were Cedar Elms bursting in bright spring green. There were Texas Persimmons among the oaks and elms.

There was a breeze in the air, which made jackets welcome. There were clouds at first but sun and blue sky later. There were creeks leading down to the lake. There was a water fall. We saw Ceremony Rock and Lion's Head Rock and Mud Island. There were cliffs of white and black and brown and orange. There were lowland flats of grass where the cattle came to the water's edge.

There were hamburgers and hotdogs and chips for lunch. And there were enchiladas and chalupas and queso for dinner.

And our beds called to us when we got home.

I do now think that it is time.

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