Close to the heart of many Texans are the rare Bluebonnet’s Field of Dreams.
I hope to believe each bluebonnet represents one Texan dream. The more people dreaming and believing in their dreams, the more bluebonnet blooms there is. At its peak, nature’s magic creates a spectacular Field of Dreams. Where the best bluebonnet sightings will happen nobody can absolutely predict. This makes finding the most amazing bluebonnet trails an unforgettable experience for all ages.
This year, we found ours in Austin, just after Austin Community College, along 290W . Most fields are privately owned and only a rare few will cut down its barbed wire fences, bring it down and open its gate for the viewing Texan public. Finding one is truly a precious gem . We found our little treasure on Easter Sunday on the way home to Houston. Talk about Easter’s little miracles!
Our Field of Dreams covered several hills as far as the eyes can see. It was just incredible. Rows upon rows of beautiful shades of blue and whites.
We followed a trail that went uphill. We started walking at a leisurely slow pace but as our excitement reached a crescendo, we found ourselves running as swift as the wind. Gasping, sweating, out of breath heart-pounding swift running. Whew!
We did a lot circling and jumping. For a second it felt like we were flying. Hiyah!
We found a hay stack at the crest of the hill. My son climbed it, raised his arms and gave a big happy smile. I tried to climbed too but I was too heavy. Must be the buffet food I ate for lunch. Ouch!
From the top, the view was just amazing. We all felt like we were on top of the world.
Everyone has their version of the Field of Dreams. Ours are made of…
Laughter, tons of smiles, hugs and kisses.
Child-like adventures, fun stories and lots of playtime.
In the next few days, the bluebonnet flowers will start to fade and soon will die. In its place, brown seed pods will emerge that will soon fall to the ground in late Autumn and early Winter preparing for next year’s batch of Field of Dreams.
Long after Spring season has passed and the last of the bluebonnets has withered, our inner Field of Dreams can stay alive, grow and keep flourishing. Breathing, living, nurturing.
I hope you enjoyed walking, running, jumping the many bluebonnet trails of the Hill Country.