Yesterday afternoon before Bridget's bus arrived, I was out on my daily walk, camera in hand, meditating on the ephemeral nature of the spring flowers and thinking how my youngest daughter will be 14 on Sunday. The above quote from a song, which I read on my friend Deirdre's facebook page, kept going through my head. She also loves to take pictures, to capture this fleeting time. Taking pictures helps me to pay attention and I don't want to miss Spring or these childhoods that are passing through our home.
I didn't take many photos in the neighborhood as I was feeling a bit shy with my camera for some strange reason. Thankfully, I found these yellow tulips, which I forgot I planted in our own yard, so I could get on the ground and do my thing. Just as I began, I heard the bus round the corner and my fleeting soon to be 14 year old got off and appreciated the whole scene of her mother trying to capture these transient moments.