Ladies and Gentlemen: Please forgive us this rather lengthy and philosophical post. But we are moved to post our experience of yesterday. In Central Texas, the Bluebonnets are generally reaching their zenith about the middle of April, and 2005 is no exception. For the information of the un-oriented (and the dis-oriented also), the Bluebonnet is the most famous native wild flower of Texas, known for its beauty and fragrence. It is the State flower, and richly deserving of the title. You native Texicans know full well of what we speak. Yesterday was a grand day weather-wise in the Dallas area, and we and a couple of friends sallied forth on our bikes to experience the Bluebonnets. It is about a 45 minute ride from our current residence back over to the "old home place" in eastern Ellis County were the bonnets are thick. As an aside, we ride a 750cc Honda Shadow Spirit. One companion rides a 1100cc Yamaha V-Star; and a second riding companion rides a mighty Honda Valkyrie. We road out to a rural area in east Ellis County near Ennis and spent an extended time on the rural hot top roads near our home seeing and smelling the glory of the bonnets. The day was bright and warm; the hill sides were a glorious blue; and the aroma of the bonnets was intoxicating. We were not alone. There were litterally hundreds of bikers (and cagers) taking photos and generally enjoying this fine spring ritual. The bikers we met were friendly. The cagers we met managed not to run over us. And the Bluebonnets... well, the Bluebonnets quite simply defied description. Cruising home, we could not but reflect on the words of King David in Psalm 19: "The Heavens declare the glory of God, and the elements demonstrate the work of his hands. Day to day speaks of it; and night to night demonstrates his wisdom." David was no scientist. And we rather doubt that he ever saw Bluebonnets, since he was not fortunate enough to hail from Texas. But despite these shortcomings, he knew well that the creation evidences the Creator. We will be at least three days getting the grin off our face. We trudge on (deeply moved).