If you’ve never been to Texas Hill Country in the Spring, you don’t know the depth and breadth of Tejas. The rock is PreCambrian granite, older than a billion years. The lichens are like natural accent paint. The flowers are living haiku. The cactus watch the eons pass like sentries. Much like the people who inhabit it, the land is….different. Stark. Exotic. Loud yet somehow subtle. You know, Texas…..