If March 2011 was your last month to live, how would you live it?
This prompt is yours to use as you like: answer it as-is on your blog, take a series of photos that represent your response, get out finger paints and go crazy, write a poem, or reflect privately in your journal. Be as creative or as simple in your response as you see fit.
Spring arrived in Northwest Georgia early this month, bringing with it beautiful, blossoming trees and pale, tiny spring green leaves. I missed my opportunity to capture the beauty of the peach blossoms, but I still managed to capture some white cherry blossoms and fuchsia dogwoods (or perhaps they’re redbuds — but I’m not sure). Seeing these deciduous trees coming back to life with such vivid, lovely colors.
(Please note: I have no idea whose houses I’ve photographed, but I either thought the house was beautiful or the trees were beautiful.)
If tonight were to be my last night, I admit I’d go to the grave filled with many regrets. However, I could find solace in the beauty I’ve witnessed spring back to life during this month.