Peggy and Chuck in a field of Bluebonnets at Washington-On-The-Brazos

Reflections on the Brazos

Fields of Blue, with Indian Paintbrush

Bluebonnets of Texas and

Singing by the Brazos

Last Friday we drove from our home in Spring up to Brenham, by way of Washington-On-The-Brazos, which was actually the capital of Texas in 1836 when Texas won their independence from Mexico and became a separate country with Sam Houston as their president. There is a museum there and an amphitheater and some lovely trails through the somewhat-hilly countryside and down to the banks of the Brazos River.  This time of year the Bluebonnets and Indian Paintbrush is in full bloom. 

I took my dulcimer along and other visitors stopped to listen to the music. Want to sing along?

"Beautiful beautiful Texas, Where the beautiful bluebonnets grow;

We're proud of our forefathers who died at the Alamo.

You can live on the plains or the mountains, or down where the sea breezes blow;

And STILL be in beautiful Texas... the most beautiful place that I know."

Or you might want to sing along on an even older Texas song"

Well, we crossed the broad Pecos and then the Nueces;

Swam the Guadalupe and followed the Brazos;

Red River runs rusty, the Wichita clear;

But down by the Brazos I courted by dear.

Li-li-li, Lee-la-lee, give me your hand.

Li-li-li, Lee-la-lee, give me your hand.

Li-li-li, Lee-la-lee, give me your hand.

There's many a river that waters the land.

I'd put the music on this blog if I could figure out how to do it. Maybe next time. Peggy