A good friend's granddaughter and Lupinus texensis give us a double lesson in the blessings of spring.

 
There are certain seasonal markers that thrill me. Like the Trout Lilies. They are a sure sign that Spring has arrived in Garland.
 
Still, there's nothing quite equal to the first bluebonnets each year. That's a thrill that seems as strong today as when I was a child. As I got older and traveled more, in various years, I was able to watch bluebonnets in the Rio Grande Valley seemingly march north as the weeks warmed the higher latitudes.
 
I've seen some grand displays of bluebonnets this year but haven't found the time to take any pictures — at least not any that satisfied me (unfortunately, I didn't take the photo above). I saw a ton of bluebonnets yesterday along Centerville Dr near Homer Johnson Stadium but didn't have time to stop. There's still a little time to take your own pictures. Maybe I'll see you there.