Springtime Lagniappe

There's nothing like a ride in the country in the springtime. Everywhere you look, there's lagniappe. Like clover blowing in the wind ... And the buzzing of honey bees ... Happily flitting ... From one flower to the next ... This big black bumblebee seemed to prefer the nectar of the wildflowers. And not far away, this sweet little Jonquil was nodding in the breeze, as if to say, "Don't forget me — take my picture, too!" These tangled wild rose vines were growing just out of reach beside the road. Grass and wildflowers were knee-high, and there was a ditch filled with water from a recent April shower between me and the flowers, so I had to be content with these pictures taken with my zoom lens. I hope your weekend is filled with lots of springtime lagniappe. Go out and find it ... it's there, waiting for you.