
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”
A blatant tragedy of total despair The bluebonnets and indian paintbrushes of Kings Court are no longer there. Driving in Texas during spring can be quite a lovely experience. Bluebonnets and indian paintbrushes grow wild all around. Other wildflowers pop up to say hello as well. It’s pure beauty. There’s a lot of land on Cypress Rosehill and […]