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Caussey’s Corner: Patches of Blue, a Bluebonnet Legend

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Every year, forked in between spring passing and summer presenting, the comely bluebonnet presents herself for unselfish devotion to the beauty of the Texas landscape.

The bluebonnets carry the wind on the azure heads of majesty, as they bob and weave to the natural rhythm generated by the meadows filled with invading aromas. She waves sequential by gentle warming winds with magnificence strained from the Almighty’s smile, radiant bluebonnets move in motion patterns after direction of the breeze.

For centuries the noble bluebonnets have nodded and waved as time and events have marched along. Spanish Conquistadors, led by Indian guides, accompanied by men-of- the-cloth, passed them by riding horse and cart, trod upon by hoof and foot. Around campfires that burned against a canopy of black, their stately fragrance filled the night air, and helped to purge the nightmares of sleeping men.

The ghosts of Cortez and Coronado had long vanished when the sounds of mountain men from Tennessee, led by Crocket, stepped into the hill country and saw for the first time the ambrosia plants called bluebonnets. Sam Houston, as he sat under a giant oak nursing an injured leg at San Jacinto, couldn’t help but feel soothed as the purple floral helped celebrate the passage of time that would found a great nation and an even greater state.

Caussey's Corner: Patches of Blue, a Bluebonnet Legend
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There are many legends of the bluebonnets and how they arrived in Texas. But I want to tell you a story that appeared to me years ago when I was a young college student. I was walking in a field. Feeling a little tired, I sat down near an old rotted log perched near a small stream that was fed by a branch of the Brazos River. Across the stream was a meadow filled with bluebonnets. I fell asleep and had a dream. This is that dream.

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