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Nature 101: Legacy of Lady Bird

 

Texas Bluebonnet - state flower

Texas Bluebonnet – state flower

 

Spring and Summer is wildflower season in Texas.  Wildflowers are found on our busiest highways  and the loneliest back roads.  Texans love their wildflowers so much that we have wildflower trails and even Bluebonnet specific touring trails.  We even spend money for official road signs that mark wildflowers trails.  Nearly every store with a gardening section will have special Texas wildflower seed packets for sale.

Bluebonnets, the state flower of Texas, are especially popular with both Texans and visitors.  In April, before the grass gets too tall and drowns the color of the flowers, there are seas of Bluebonnets waving their heads in the breeze.

During peak Bluebonnet season, you can find cars lined up on the shoulders of even the busiest of highways, with people taking family photos surrounded by a Bluebonnet ocean.  These days you even see family pet portraits with Bluebonnet backgrounds.

Growing up in Texas, I learned early that the reason we had such beautiful flowers growing on the sides of our roads was because of a special woman.  Lady Bird Johnson did a lot of work to make sure that wildflower seeds were planted every year.

Back then I didn’t know exactly what Lady Bird did to make sure we had pretty flowers, just that she was the reason for the pretty flowers.  But I knew she was special because she had been a First Lady and she was from Texas.  Not only was she from Texas, but Lady Bird grew up where I lived.  To a kid, that’s a pretty cool thing.

I got to meet Lady Bird Johnson when I was about 6 or 7, while on a school field trip.  It was a dedication for a historical marker in Jefferson, Texas.  I don’t remember what her speech was about or even what the historical marker was commemorating, but meeting her was something I’ve never forgotten.  It was very exciting that such a celebrity would meet with “normal” folks while TV cameras were rolling.

Today, I know more about Lady Bird Johnson’s legacy to make the world a beautiful place.  Every year when the wildflowers bloom, I can’t help but think of a woman who I met briefly more than 30 years ago.  As a kid, I was wowed by the chance to meet Lady Bird.  As an adult, I am grateful that she made wildflowers and nature such a priority.

To some people wildflowers are “weeds”.  But even weeds can be beautiful if given a chance to bloom.   Because of one woman’s desire to preserve nature for the future, Texas highways and by-ways burst forth in a stunning color palette of God’s creation each Spring and Summer.

The Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center is a wonderful place to visit.  At the center you can learn about wildflowers and nature conservation, view spectacular flowers, and even buy unique gifts.  But you don’t have to go all the way to Austin to enjoy what they have to offer.  Thanks to the internet, you can even learn how to make your own wildflower seed balls and carry on the tradition of nature conservation that Lady Bird Johnson was passionate about.

Nature 101: Bull Snake

Come back here slippery snake.

It is very disconcerting when you’re following your husband into the house and he suddenly gets a serious look on his face, starts moving slowly, and keeps staring  at one particular location in the garage like there is a big problem…

We’d had our prized Java chickens free-ranging in the pasture while we were working outside, keeping the shotgun handy in case of predators (coyotes are quite brazen here even in daylight).  There was a little bit of daylight left but it was too late to start something else, so we headed inside.  Suddenly hubby hands me the shotgun he is carrying – and I’m worried.  Especially since he didn’t tell me what the problem was.  All I could think by the serious look on his face was Why in the world are you handing me the shotgun if there is such a serious problem?  By this time I’ve grabbed the shotgun and backed up several feet.  Hubby FINALLY blurts “Maybe Bull Snake” after staring at something for what seemed like an eternity.

A snake apparently discovered that a favorite snack, little field mice, enjoy the comforts of our garage.  Mr. Snake had stationed himself on top of an animal condo that had temporarily housed chickens, having curled himself in and out of the vent holes of a cardboard animal carrier.  Right next to the path into the kitchen.  ACK!

I don’t actually mind snakes unless they surprise me.  Or they are in my house where they don’t belong.  Like this one.  Hubby said he was glad that he’d actually had the day off so he could find our visitor instead of me – since I was likely to have had a cow (more like a whole herd of cows), if I had encountered our visitor first.

Mr. Snake stayed put long enough for me to snap some pics with my phone before trying to get away from the paparazzi.  At which point I made it clear to hubby he’d better catch that thing and get it OUT of my garage!  Like many people, we don’t keep cars in our garage.  The thought of that thing slithering behind something and waiting for another chance to scare me…

Hubby took Mr. Snake out of the garage for another photo op, then out to our dilapidated barn and let the thing slither off into the grass.  Hopefully Mr. Snake will figure out that the pasture is a much more appropriate place to be than in our garage.  I also hope that he ate the little mouse that nearly ran across my feet last week while walking through the garage.

After consultation of the reptile book, noting the usual range for snakes that have these types of colorings/markings, this snake is likely a bull snake (hubby’s first impression).  Although according to the book, a Texas rat snake might not be out of the question.  Either are good for rodent control.  And for scaring unsuspecting wives.

*Click on a photo for a closer look.

No snakes were harmed in the making of this story.  🙂

We live in peace with non-poisonous snakes here.  Even when they visit unannounced.  But then I guess they can’t announce themselves very well since they don’t have pockets to carry a calling card and we don’t have a butler or a silver tray with which to receive calling cards anyway.