In search of bluebonnets...

I don't really need a scientist, doctor, transcendentalist or psychotherapist to tell me of the virtues of being on the water.  An evening boating on a lake, one of America's great pastimes, is proof enough of the healing, recuperative powers of water.

With Spring in full force and summer around the corner, we were once again drawn to the lake.  There is something magical about floating across the waves, drifting slowly by the green hillsides, still Spring fresh, and taking in the fragrance of the lake air, ripe with California Lupin.

It's Dave's boat, so I guess I have to say that we went out on the gorgeous Sunday afternoon for Pu-Pus and wine, and to see the "bluebonnets". I had seen them earlier this month all along the roadside on the way up to Mom's.  They are luscious and plentiful this year, so I had an inkling that the shores of the lake would be equally decked in the fragrant blue blooms.

We were not disappointed. I tell you, there is nothing better than being on the water with good friends, a nice chardonnay, some BBQ ribs, fresh orzo salad and a host of other treats....floating past the banks, adorned with Dave's Texas bluebonnets.  You had to be there...it's music for your soul.

Laurel. He says bluebonnets, I say Lupin...but who cares?