In the summer of last year I went to an area of Texas prairie. The plants were beautiful and delicate, with stunning colors. It was full of birds and insects, a very happy place.
I couldn’t wait to go back, but didn’t find the time, so when I finally went back today, I didn’t know what to expect. It’s winter after all, not outright cold, but certainly not growing season.
What I found was beautiful. Muted colors, interesting shapes, a quiet and calm beauty. Wonderful discovery.
Can’t wait to go back and see more.