I’ve taken many pictures of this hedge hanging down from a front yard fence. But this one is special. It shows a very satisfied looking bug crawling slowly from the depths of a splendid flower. He seems almost drunken by the beauty of it. A year ago this hedge was unavoidable. Flowers were everywhere. I walked past at a snail’s pace to absorb as many of them as possible. And day after day, as more and more of them bloomed, I realized I could not exhaust them. And that flowering surge has returned. But a year has passed and everything is somehow different. A year has passed and everything is almost the same. As if time moves but stays the same.