Fields of purple and yellow wildflowers
Tall pine trees, cold water
Walking on an undulating trail
the smell of warm grasses and bursts of sweet floral-scented air
the hot kiss of sunshine, the cool embrace of shade
Dappled light in green and ochre
splashes and shouts, yells and barks
soft voices and raucous laughter
slithering of mud-brown snakes
ascending trill of unseen songbirds
crackling fire and Texas S’mores —
marshmallows, chocolate, tortillas
Sudden storms, sideways rain
And stars that wink while we sleep.
Spokalulu 
That? Is lovely! Wow.
Oh, I learn something every day. Texas S’Mores! Beautiful poetry!
You know how I feel about your blue bottle tree. 🙂
This so describes the Syringa experience. Next year same time same place right? 🙂
Oh, YES!!