This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it.
‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not.
Blue is glory and power, a wave, a particle, a vibration, a resonance, a spirit, a passion, a memory, a vanity, a metaphor, a dream.
Blue is a simile.
Blue, she is like a woman…And, as a woman, she is deadly.
― Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art
I look forward to every season (including spring) every year.
But, all of Austin’s enthusiasm for spring seemed a bit too much to me.
Even before spring arrived, I started hearing the following “Ambal, you are going to have a field day with your camera this spring in Austin. Are you ready to see bluebonnets?”.
Mid-March was kids spring break. We took a road trip to Dallas. I saw a lot of beauty…green hills, cows, trees in multi-shades…beautiful. But, I didn’t see any bluebonnets. So, I didn’t understand why Austin was going all gaga over spring and these flowers called bluebonnets that were going to bloom soon all around Texas.
I had to take another road trip this last weekend. And, OMG!!
All the roadsides were filled with bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes. Such a gorgeous sight. I couldn’t stop clicking pictures.
As I was taking in all the spring beauty, the following questions started plaguing my analytical mind: How come these flowers are not named purple-bonnets? What would Wordsworth have written about bluebonnets if he had wandered Texas country side instead of chancing on the daffodils near Gowbarrow park?
I tried to quieten my analytical mind and just be in the moment and soak in the breath-taking beauty of the bluebonnets.
And, that is when the next set questions of popped into my mind: How did the bluebonnets know when to bloom? Who reminded them?
My calendar is plugged in with a zillion reminders. I have at least 3 apps on my phone to manage all my meetings, alarms and other reminders. I even have reminders to “remind me” to nag Kumar, Adi and Ari about things that I had assigned for them to do.
When I took a road trip to Dallas in mid-march, there were no bluebonnets on the roadsides. Within a month, they had bloomed in full force around Texas.
Now, here is the million dollar question: Who reminded these bluebonnets to grow up and bloom this spring? How does this happen every single year? Year after Year. Like clockwork.
I am amazed at all that scientists do to find intelligent life in this universe.
Have you read about the recent findings from Curiosity Rover? It is mind blowing.
Yet, the bluebonnets leave me wondering.
Perhaps, we are searching in all the wrong places.
Perhaps, intelligent life exists right where we are.
In the form of fragile bluebonnets that know how and when to bloom to herald the arrival of spring.
No calendar on their computers. No apps on their phones. Nobody to remind or nag them.
They just bloom. At the right time. To take my breath away.
I stand here ,in front of these bluebonnets, in utter awe and wonder.
Signed off by,
Less intelligent form of life on this planet aka Ambal