It has been a wet winter and spring. And so, it was really no surprise that the wildflowers this year were more magnificent and beautiful than I can remember in at least a bunch of years.
What I noticed this year was how there was almost a timetable of when the flowers emerged. First were the yellow ones, then the purple ones, then the white ones, so on and so forth - something I don't think I ever noticed in the past.
Isn't nature just amazing?
Our Irises have also been quite spectacular this year. I wish they weren't so fleeting, tho, and that they lasted longer.
The same goes for the roses. They just burst into bloom a couple of weeks back, like they were rejuvenated somehow.
We were even at Kitty Hawk a few months after the 100th anniversary. And so it was no surprise that the hubs brought us out to the Air Fest even though he hadn't been feeling too well for the past few days.
We got there a little late, and so most of the acts had pretty much done their stuff.
We had also had the experience of getting caught in the massive traffic jam to and from the air show a few years back, and were perfectly happy parked with many others, along the perimeter/fence to watch the show from the back of our car.
We saw a couple of acts, and then the grand finale, The Thunderbirds. And yes, the little boy would certainly agree on that name, seeing how many times he held up his hands to his ears.
They certainly did not disappoint. I kept thinking about the wives and families of these men, and how they must have palpitations each time the men perform.
I had forgotten that the Thunderbirds' segment went on for almost half an hour.
They did all sorts of amazing acrobatics in the air,