Whenever
life beats me down, I look outside. I search for the promises nature creates. I
focus on the potentials. One bud reassures me that tomorrow will bring
blossoms. Another sprout signals life’s persistency. Each unique growth
germinates hope within me.
Copyright 2025 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
My love for Texas
begins and ends with springtime. Wildflowers swathe farmer’s fields, vacant
plots of land, and every roadway across the entire state. Nothing comes near to
the beauty of meadows crowded with bluebonnets, Indian Blankets and Black-eyed
Susan’s. Nature combines just the right amounts of rain and mild temperatures
to create perfection.
My second favorite time
of year comes in September. The horrendously hot and dry days of July and
August explode into fierce thunderstorms that usher in drops in the
temperature. Out in the Gulf of Mexico, tropical storms and hurricanes brew.
When they make landfall, their bands of rain push into our region to create a
second spring.
Our yards and gardens
honor us with blossoms one more time.
Copyright 2020 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
