Yellow Flowers

Mistah and I have found ourselves looking at lots of recent photos lately. . . .

. . . and I keep returning to the Yellow Flowers . . .

. . . the Yellow Flowers Mistah shot in our neighbor's yard in September.

Something about those Yellow Flowers just speaks to me . . .

Maybe it's because they're in bloom, and nothing is anymore . . .

. . . maybe it's because the background is so green and lush and verdant, and nothing is anymore . . .

. . . maybe it's because they're yellow, and nothing is yellow anymore.

Maybe it's because we walked outside, barefoot, to check them out . . .

. . . and if we did that now our poor little tootsies-toes would freeze off.

Or maybe it's because even when one lives in the moment, and tries to be fully aware of the days passing by, and appreciates -- okay, tries to appreciate -- each season, it still seems to just zip by in a flash, and there is no more yellow anywhere.

The Yellow Flowers have been replaced with this:

Beautiful? Yes.  Yellow? No.

See you next year, Yellow Flowers.