This week I decided to create a “thought box” full of writing prompts to get me writing outside of my box. Once a week, I’ll draw a new topic and write away! For my first topic, I drew “What is your favorite season.” If you need some inspiration or want to make a box of your own, I made a page for that!
It wasn’t difficult for me to decide my favorite season, all I had to do was take a quick look outside.
Springtime in Texas is quite unique, mostly because of it’s briefness.
It usually seems to coincide with SXSW, which is great because SXSW always serves as my reminder that I need to switch my closet out from my winter clothes to my summer clothes. It’s an unfortunate thing to have a small closet, but it keeps me on top of bagging up the ones I don’t wear and donating them to Goodwill.
I absolutely detest being cold. I’m the type of gal who wears socks to bed even when it’s 70 degrees out. I also don’t enjoy being hot, which is something that comes with the territory 9 months out of the year. Spring is the only 6 weeks when I am truly comfortable. I love wearing flowery dresses and bright colors, and springtime means I can wear my favorite clothes with only a light cardigan.
Springtime in Texas means wildflowers along the highways for as far as the eye can see. I thank Lady Bird Johnson every single day for the initiatives she took in the conservation and beautification of our landscape. I know not everyone agrees with me, but I can’t get enough of seeing pictures of families and dogs posing in the beautiful bluebonnets.
Springtime in Texas means flip flops and ice tea. Two things that I just can’t bring myself to enjoy year round, even when the weather permits. I especially enjoy drinking iced tea out of these turquoise glasses that my grandmother gave me. It reminds me of afternoons at my grandparents house, sitting in butterfly chairs underneath a giant oak tree.
Spring means crawfish boils. Good conversations. Leisurely get togethers with friends.
Springtime in Texas means live music and festivals every weekend. This weekend is Eeyore’s Birthday Party at Pease park, and I can’t wait to spend some quality time people watching. There’s nothing quite like seeing hundreds of people wearing nothing but nipple tassels while hula hooping with their small children. I’m not being critical either, it really is a glorious site!
Springtime in Texas means long hikes on the Greenbelt, and the very good probability that there will actually be water. My boyfriend and I have taken up geocaching and it’s wonderful to search for hidden treasures without the heat melting you into slosh.
Springtime means one last camping trip before it gets too hot to sleep outside. It means hours spent hiking with my boyfriend and a good excuse to be completely cut off from the rest of society.
Springtime in Texas means longer days and beautiful sunsets.
Springtime in Texas means fresh tomatoes from my father’s garden, mint grown by my grandmother, and sweet pineapples from the market.
In short, I wish this wonderful season lasted a little longer, but I’m always happy when it’s here. That’s not to say spring doesn’t come with it’s downfalls.
Springtime in Texas also means allergies, poison ivy, higher electricity bills and mosquitoes.
But if that’s the worst it’s got, I’ll take it.
What’s your favorite season?