“When it’s roundup time in Texas and the bloom is on the Sage,” begins the old cowboy song... I know that sage only blooms after a rain, so maybe they held off on roundups during the frequent droughts? I’m a little unclear on my cowboy lore but the lyrics, so dear to the heart of every homesick Texan, kept running thru my head as I painted this. “How it beckons and I reckon I would work for any wage to see again, to be free again, where the bloom is on the Sage!”
“When it’s roundup time in Texas and the bloom is on the Sage,” begins the old cowboy song... I know that sage only blooms after a rain, so maybe they held off on roundups during the frequent droughts? I’m a little unclear on my cowboy lore but the lyrics, so dear to the heart of every homesick Texan, kept running thru my head as I painted this. “How it beckons and I reckon I would work for any wage to see again, to be free again, where the bloom is on the Sage!”