After feeding the horses, completing chores, a late afternoon walk to look for the last of the wild flowers took my fancy.  Here in the canyon country of the Panhandle of Texas, the majority of wildflowers are three colors:  yellow, white, purple.

Butterflies feeding in the gay feather.

At first I thought this might be bitterweed but now, not sure.

Although this one and the last one may resemble each other, they are different.

Looked up, the sun decided to shine–at my place four inches of rain in the last week and more than seven inches ahead of normal.

Black foot daisies and prairie zinnias bloom from early spring almost until frost.

Athena among the flowers.

Prickly pear can grow almost anywhere.

I almost missed this one hidden among the grass.