The World's in Bloom

I've had time to see, being away from it all.

And I began to take pictures, ignoring the voice in my head that says,

keep going, you can remember that and come back to take a picture.

But who knows if I would drive past this bench again?

If the flowers would have grown just a few hours more toward fading,

if the light that made these things catch my eye

would be completely different by then?

See.

And stop.

Learned this year that these delicate-looking little pansies are quite hearty

and can withstand drastic drops in spring temps without dying. I'm amazed by that.

This flower box is one of three outside a Starbucks.

Drove past this house, pulled all around the block, left my car at the side of the road

and stood in the middle of the street to get this.

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