Yesterday I flew home to West Texas. Have you ever wished you could be in two places at the same time? That's how I feel--torn between Texas and Montana. Flying was an all day affair, and I was glad when we finally got to Midland. We have actually had some rain here, and some of the wild flowers are still blooming. This one was beside the street, and I took the picture when I walked this morning. I have no idea what it is called, but some of these wild flowers are just goregeous. I have much to do to get ready for school, and there is a quilt top that needs to be finished, plus a pile of fabric calling to me. I guess I had better get off this computer and get busy!