Yes, it’s all gone to yellow. What better way to rise out from the doldrums than to change one’s costume, eh? I wanted an intimation of the summer colors soon to come, so the flowers are blazing yellow chrysanthemums. I’ve always liked mums, I like that they are quite commonplace, and therefore unpretentious. Mums are such humble blooms, albeit with a fresh and cheerful beauty.
Those mums were part of the slew of pictures I took during a trip to Bacolod in January this year. I've yet to blog about that, and even as I sit here, I can hear the time passing. There is a hum that underscores the days going by.
The bee is just there, happily buzzing in the dense caress of the petals. And so am I, still here, buzzing away busily in my little hive.