It’s here – and it’s gone.
Blink and you’ll miss it.
That’s what it means to be ephemeral…like the temporary local yarnbombing this March. I nearly missed it myself – I didn’t hear about it until about a week and a half ago, and since then the weather has been dreary and drippy and soggy more days than not. So I spent a little while this morning taking pictures for the current WordPress photo challenge, before the clock loses its hat and scarf and the knitted benches and the pompomed fence v a n i s h.