When conditions are right,
entire fields turn blue from the dense growth of this beautiful flower. The best
bluebonnet seasons occur after very cold wet winters…the more miserable the
winter, the more beautiful the spring. Since the bluebonnet plants grow all
winter, it is the winter rains that are really needed to have beautiful blooms
in springtime. In addition, very cold conditions help the seeds germinate, so
winters with extended periods of cold will yield the densest growths of
bluebonnets.
Rolling hills painted blue
by these amazing flowers has become a trademark of springtime in the Texas Hill
Country. Every child that has grown up in Texas has had their pictures taken in
a field of Bluebonnets at one time or another. I’m looking forward to taking
pictures of our granddaughter next spring. The bluebonnet is to Texas what the
shamrock is to Ireland, the cherry blossom to Japan, the tulip to Holland or
the fall foliage to New England.
The above photos were taken this weekend by an old childhood friend, Debbie Abraham near Chappell Hill, Texas. Thanks Debbie for the beautiful pictures.
The Legend of the Bluebonnets
My name is She-Who-Is-Alone. I am a Comanche Indian
who lived in Texas a long time ago. When I lived in Texas, only Indians lived
here. They call me She-Who-Is-Alone because my parents and the rest of my
family died. They died during the drought, when it did not rain for a long
time. Texas is very hot in the summer. Without rain, the crops do not grow.
Without food, many people get sick and die. The horses and buffalo need water
also.
When the drought came, we prayed to the Great
Spirits for help. The people played the drums and danced to ask for help. Our
leaders prayed also. They said, "Great Spirit, your people are dying. We
need rain to grow the berries. We need food so we are strong enough to hunt the
buffalo. End this drought. Tell us what we must do so you will send the
rain."
One of the leaders said that the Great Spirits
wanted us to make a sacrifice. That meant that everyone had to give up their
most valuable possession.
I went back to my tipi to think about what I should
do. I only had one thing that I loved—it was my little doll. My doll was
special because my grandmother made it for me. It was made from buffalo skin.
The face was painted with the juice of berries. On its head were beautiful blue
feathers from a bird. I did not want to lose my doll. It was the only thing I
had left from my family.
I fell asleep in the tipi. When I woke up, it was
dark. I knew what I had to do. I picked up my doll and crept out to the fire.
The night was very still. The air was hot. I kissed
my doll and said, "O Great Spirit, here is my doll. It is the only thing I
have. It is very special. Please send the rain." Then I thought about all
of the people who would die without rain, and I threw my doll into the fire.
I watched the fire until it grew cold. Then, I
scooped up some ashes and threw them to the Winds.
When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't believe
what I saw. The hills were covered with beautiful blue flowers, the same color
as my doll's feathers.
Everyone in the village saw the flowers. They knew
they were a sign from the Great Spirit. Soon it started to rain and everyone
danced.
Every spring, the Great Spirit remembers my
sacrifice and covers Texas with the beautiful blue flowers. The flowers are
called bluebonnets.
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