I stop to take photographs of flowers blooming.  The boy I watch states that he hates spring because I take too many photos. I laugh at his statement.  He's too young to truly comprehend the beauty of a blooming flower. How a new season brings new details and sights that should be appreciated. Most of us spend the majority of our days caught up in our heads, thinking about the next task to check off for the day. We walk by flowers blooming as though it happens all the time, as though they will always be there. They will not. They will wilt, die, and fall from their stems. Then they will grow, bloom, and burst with color the next season. I try to take time to stop and take a photograph because it's important to smell the flowers and acknowledge the transitioning seasons. I hope the boy I watch will one day grow up to  take time out of his day to admire the earth and the beautiful flowers.

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