The week before The Week From Hell, I took the pic of this house, from the driver’s seat of my car. I’m always on the lookout at a red light for an interesting thing to capture.
The week after The Week From Hell (for which I’ve been vague because my involvement was indirect so it’s not my story to tell), I was happy to find this gem as I scrolled through my phone’s gallery. I forgot about it, what with everything that went on. It was a nice reminder that I saw the blooms and enjoyed their simple beauty on a simple day. (Also a reminder that there are simple days and, even after upheaval, there will be more, too.)
I lost a few days during which I saw nothing outside of what I was dealing with. And now, after the boom, the blooms are no longer there. I saw their arrival, but missed their going, their changing from white to green, from spring into what they’ll look like all summer. I’m grateful, though, I got to see them in this form, even if only for the moment (or three) the light was red.
It’s hard to see (note to self: take Canon next time), but the sign says Welcome to the Porch, which I love. And I can’t refuse such a pleasant invitation. Join me? Let’s all sit around, drink some lemonade, and enjoy the spring and pre-summer sights. Oh, don’t mind us, Homeowner. We’re all friendly folk… who just like taking photos of doors.
This post is one of many through Thursday Doors by Norm Frampton. See other doors — from around the world — on his weekly linkup and/or on the Twitter at #ThursdayDoors.