One day, early last week, we had the joy of driving down three seventy-mile long perennial beds. The State Highway Department courteously provided paving for the automobiles and named it "Interstate-10." The beds were full of bluebonnets -- still the old fashioned blue -- not yet the pink ones, or the Texas A&M development, the maroon bluebonnet in honor of the school's color. To contrast, there were lavender verbena, pale pink Mexican primroses, deep claret winecups, and rare spots of peachy-orange Indian paintbrush. Here and there were clumps of the flowers Lady Bird Johnson once called DYC's . Called upon to translate, she smiled, "Damned yellow composites." It is Lady Bird to whom all of us are indebted for these highway "perennial beds." Years ago she offered a prize to the Texas highway departments who developed the most beautiful flowers along their rights-of-way. Doing the work on their own time and without State or Federal funds, local garden clubs saved seed, some seed was purchased, and (if truth be told) a lot was rustled -- and the highway crews scattered or (I'm told this IS the truth) fired the seed into the ground from sundry weapons! There are places -- not on the Interstates -- where the wildflowers this time of year are so dense that traffic moves at a snail's pace, and where deputy sheriffs must be posted to keep people off private land. (Texans do not take kindly to those who go onto their land without formal invitation.) Not being a born-and-bred Texan, all my efforts at planting bluebonnets were fruitless, but as my NG companion IS a third generation Texan; we encouraged him to plant the seed, he did, and we now have two great patches in full flower. Each year, mowing is not permitted until the seed pods have turned brown, split, and "thrown" their seed. Give us three or four more years and we will have most of the "cultivated" half of our five acres covered in bluebonnets. The other wildflowers we have are mostly planted by birds -- we still haven't any Indian paintbrush, but there are winecups, mealy blue sage, rain lilies, Mexican primroses, and all manner of unidentified tiny things that bloom. And in a month or so, there will be standing cypress and Maximillian sunflowers. And more DYC's. So don't let anybody tell you that flowers won't grow out of rocks, or that Texas is all sagebrush and cactii. As a matter of fact,I can't grow a sage to save my life, and our only cactii are in the house -- except prickly pear, and we keep a bit of that around to provide napolitos and for the blooms -- which can be spectacular. About those sage. Maybe what I need to do is have my native-born Texan plant a few! Pat