My daily walk to the Post Office with Goldie always seems to yield something worth pondering. Ever since May, on through today, I have witnessed the wonder a “vacant” lot across the street from the post office provides. I put the word vacant in quotes because it is anything but empty, without merit, “Without content or occupant, not put to use, not lived in.” With apologies to Webster, this vacant lot does not qualify.
This lot is filled with the most wondrous array of wildflowers Texas has to offer. Most of which, I’m sorry to say, I do not know their names. But they are more than worthy of our consideration, and more specifically, our admiration and awe.
As spring gave way to summer, the vestiges of the wildflowers turned to grass. My gaze shifted to the post office grounds itself which are guarded by the only wall worth having -a wall of crape myrtle trees surrounding the post office proper.
