Not Just Any Hill Will Do!

Last week we made another journey to the Texas Hill Country to resume our search for a home in the Lone Star State.  Timing for wildflower views could not have been better.  As we left our home on the Ozark "hill", I stressed about leaving with the dogwoods in full bloom.  Since we had to stop in the Arkansas capitol for a visit with one of Ol' Abner's doctors, it was dark thirty when we crossed into Texas.  Awakening the following morning and exiting the hotel parking lot brought a a breathless gasp, the kind that makes Ol' Abner think he needs to swerve or slam on his brakes. Sorry about that, but I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the bluebonnets draping the side of the freeway.  After a prolonged drought, blooming wildflowers are a welcome sight in Texas.  Traveling down the interstate highway revealed roadside vistas of colorful bluebonnets, buttercups, Indian paintbrush, Indian blanket and bits of lovely yellow flowers of unknown name.  It was a joyful ride for me.

Our realtor was waiting to assist us in our quest for a place to live in this hill country.  If you haven't heard the recent history, let me update you quickly.  Two home offers accepted, and two contracts revoked when additional information was disclosed.  Our plan had been to be settled into our "second" home by this time.  I am a believer that a higher power intercedes at times when we are on the path not proper for us...and always pray for guidance when making major decisions.  Several homes in three different communities were slated for tours.  We wrote another offer, it was accepted, inspection completed, returned to the Ozarks in the space of five days.  I won't talk too much about this house...but it does have a beautiful view from the hilltop.

Returning to the Ozarks, we were delighted that the blooms we left behind were still evident in the landscape.  The oaks had finished dropping all the little brown squiggles that are so offensive and our home again seems ever so private.  Dogwoods still display perky white flowers beneath the oaks and the redbuds have delicate buds among the leaves beginning to mingle with them.  Oh yes!  This is a lovely hill, but we may have found another equally satisfying.