I knew they were coming. The stems started to rise from the ground. I smelled the pollen in the air. Soon, we’d have flowers blooming in our yard … unless another surprise snowstorm arrived. Thankfully, Sunday only brought a dusting and the plants survived. Today, I went and ventured around the house to get a few shots. I can’t wait until the rhododendron and the other flowers make their way out. I use my camera more in the spring then in the winter. Something about the bright colors draw my eye and speak to me of hope and renewal.
The photo shot went well until the bee decided that it was through being the victim of a paparazzi and zoomed at my head. So I packed up the camera and went back inside.