Pots of geraniums.
Pansies by the Courthouse.
In front of The Commercial Bank.
And Market Square.
Pretty new plantings for Spring.
Which feels like summer.
Ninety-two degrees on April 1st.
And that’s no April Fooling either.
The truth of it is…it’s hot.
And then the wind.
We’re having some weather alright.
Bless the blooming things.
And lots of it at Country Garden.
Plus hanging ferns and lots more.
In front of Hinckley’s General Store.
With no rain, color reigns.
Bluebonnets try their best.
Though just a few.
While rain falls elsewhere.
"April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain."
[T.S. Eliot and The Wasteland.]
At least he had rain in his wasteland.
Here we have evening primroses displaying their pinkness.
Even in the afternoon.
How generous of them.
The Green House offers blooming color as well.
Same goes for Mason Garden Market.
Dig, plant, pot.
And read a poem or two.
April is National Poetry Month.
Have you hugged a poet today?
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.