Irises, Rainbows and Sore Thumbs

A Texas spring is a temperamental sort, blowing hot and cold around our alternately under- and over-protected ears, coaxing buds into boldly bursting on the scene only to have to cower at its fickle fierceness, and then beckoning us to thrust our hands into the warm earth to assist in its rebirth, only to have those hands slapped by the sting of an April frost.

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