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Welcome glimpses
In the spring,
Lakes of colors
Dancing on the roadside
Flowing in the breeze.
Lady Bird Johnson's legacy
Offers this treat,
Welcoming to our gaze
Every year,
Returning for a distressingly
Short, but beautiful time.
In the spring,
Lakes of colors
Dancing on the roadside
Flowing in the breeze.
Lady Bird Johnson's legacy
Offers this treat,
Welcoming to our gaze
Every year,
Returning for a distressingly
Short, but beautiful time.
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Just in case you don't know what Lady Bird Johnson's legacy is: [link]
There are wildflowers everywhere here, mostly credited to her project. I can't find an article now, but the story goes that she headed a group which spread wildflower seeds. Of course, the flowers self sustain and return each year to make the highway roadsides beautiful.
Just in case you don't know what Lady Bird Johnson's legacy is: [link]
There are wildflowers everywhere here, mostly credited to her project. I can't find an article now, but the story goes that she headed a group which spread wildflower seeds. Of course, the flowers self sustain and return each year to make the highway roadsides beautiful.
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I met her at RBG Kew, where she was the special guest at an event there. I was yarnweaving. She was one hell of a woman, that's for sure 