I don't remember taking the picture.
That probably shouldn't be too much of a surprise, considering the thousands of pictures I've taken over the years. But when Facebook reminded me I posted a picture five years ago, I didn't remember posting it. And, for the life of me, I didn't even remember taking it.
And with the way the picture looks, you think I would have remembered it--
It seems like every May I go out and take shots of the recently bloomed flowers. I usually remember doing it and I usually remember the pictures I take. However, this particular shot from 2016—in fact, all the pictures I took that day—seem to have slipped my mind.
And that should NEVER happen with pictures taken of flowers on a warm spring day. It's bordering on the sacrilegious.
Of course, that also made me realized I haven't gone out for the past couple of springs and taken pictures of blooming flowers. 2019 was a cold spring, and 2020, aside from being cold itself was, you know, 2020. So it's been a couple of years. It's a habit I should really get back into. Maybe if I find some time in the next couple of days I'll grab a camera and head out to see what I can see.
After all, if nothing else, it'll give me an excuse to pay a visit to my new little friends.
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