flowers

The one thing we can count on every spring is that our irises will bloom beautifully. The bulbs were a gift from Ellen several years ago when her aunt, a world-famous iris farmer, died. When she died, Ellen spent countless hours digging every single bulb out of the farm.

Since we finally had some rain this fall, this has been the best year yet for wildflowers. My school is covered in flowers. Of all of the first ladies, Lady Bird Johnson did the most good. And it has lasted for decades. Don't be disappointed but I may not pose for a wildflower photo this year. Well, if you can catch me, I might. The days are running out. It has been in the 90s this weekend. The flowers are about to shrivel and die. Everything is about to die.

I have finally started to ride my tractor. It was a Christmas gift from my grandmothers in 2010. I was terrified of how loud the tractor was until just this week. While I was afraid of it, I would just sit on it inside the house; sometimes I would be brave enough to honk the horn. Now I tear around the yard.