07.14.07
My Bluebonnet Gal (Part Two)
Went and stood by Mrs. Johnson’s coffin for a moment very early this morning.
Her attendants from the entrance on up were preternaturally gentle and calm, which made an impression on me. As did the dawning light and the orange glow of the Tower.
That’s hers and mine, see.
Thank you for adding to the beauty of Texas in the springtime, madame.
And you remain the essence of elegance, kindness, and charm.
