Wildflowers

Every spring, we pull out of our driveway, take a left and continue on past tract homes, past shopping centers, past the edge of town. We continue as cookie-cutter homes give way to ranches, cattle and horses. We go up over a hill and past even more rolling hills, stately oaks and rusty windmills. Finally, we take another left and arrive at Shell Creek Road.

Both sides of the road are flooded with wildflowers. These delicate blooms arrive with the spring rains and disappear within weeks. The hills look as if a child went mad with a paint brush - wide swatches of deep gold, brilliant orange, buttery yellow, cool blue, fiery red, dainty pink and rich purple cover hills of verdant green.

It's the perfect spot for a picnic and a romp. Even more so when you realize it's Brigadoon.