Showing posts with label Legend of the Bluebonnet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Legend of the Bluebonnet. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Legend of the Bluebonnet

We're hoping to see lots of bluebonnets this weekend!   So far I've only seen a few patches here and there about town.  I planted lots of bluebonnet seeds this year but only about 4 plants have popped up so far. Maybe next year will be better.    They are my very favorite flower and a whole field of them is just breathtaking! 
This one is in our front yard.



These pictures were taken last year near Conroe.



The Legend of the Bluebonnet

The Texas fields are covered
With a blanket of deep blue.
But for a little Indian girl,
This would not be true.

Texas land was buried and dry.
Rains just would not come.
Indians danced and prayed for rain,
And beat upon their drums.

The Chief made a proclamation.
He appealed to one and all.
A prized possession must be sacrificed
Before the rains would fall.

The Indian camp was silent,
While each person searched his heart.
But when it came to sacrifice,
With possessions they would not part.

Suddenly a little girl stepped forth,
Holding her blue-clad doll.
She placed it in the roaring fire
and raindrops began to fall.

The rain brought forth the grass,
Among its blades, flowers of blue.
To be a sign for all the time
Of a love so pure and true.

Author Unknown 



May all your weeds be wildflowers!

Monday, March 29, 2010

Texas Bluebonnets



These pictures were taken last year near Brenham.  We haven't been this year, but I'm looking forward to making a trip to the hill country soon to see the bluebonnets.  They should be very plentiful because we've certainly had enough rain this winter.  I'm seeing more and more of them scattered in our part of Texas too and I even have a couple of plants in my flower bed that I hope will take off and multiply next year. 


The Legend of the Bluebonnet


The Texas fields are covered
With a blanket of deep blue.
But for a little Indian girl,
This would not be true.

Texas land was buried and dry.
Rains just would not come.
Indians danced and prayed for rain,
And beat upon their drums.

The Chief made a proclamation.
He appealed to one and all.
A prized possession must be sacrificed
Before the rains would fall.

The Indian camp was silent,
While each person searched his heart.
But when it came to sacrifice,
With possessions they would not part.

Suddenly a little girl stepped forth,
Holding her blue-clad doll.
She placed it in the roaring fire
and raindrops began to fall.

The rain brought forth the grass,
Among its blades, flowers of blue.
To be a sign for all the time
Of a love so pure and true.

Author Unknown