Fresh

I’ve forgotten what a season is. I’ve especially forgotten all about the changes of the seasons. When asked what date it is, I stop and wonder if we’re in January or in July.

The subtleties are there. Nothings screams new year like the month of September. And palm trees with Christmas lights? That should occur year round. It does inside my little sanctuary. I struggle nowadays to rejoice in the freshness of spring. Not that I’m a bah-hum-bug for mild weather, it’s just that… I don’t really feel it. The springtime. It’s a forgotten beast.

The freshness of a Mai Tai

Fresh blooms on Harbor Island

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wordpress-logo watercovered smallLate in the game on freshness… This week’s photo challenge is FRESH.

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