He has made everything beautiful in its time. Eccl. 3:11

We have a little playground in our neighborhood. Nothing spectacular.

Nothing spectacular, that is, until you turn and look south from the playground toward the adjacent open field. Your eyes will be treated to a sea of wildflowers this time of year. Mostly bluebonnets, but also Indian paintbrush (the orange ones) and a scattering of yellow ones (wild mustard? not sure).