Tuesday, April 28, 2015

April 27


There is nothing so fulfilling as the smell of April in the morning after a shower has moistened the land, and the sun has breached the clouds to warm the day.

The scents now are too numerous and rewarding, where only a few weeks ago there was nothing of interest.

The Earth itself is filled with a loamy smell, of green shoots and turning soil, and humus left over from last autumn. The air carriers the scents of elm pollen and daffodil fragrance, and there is the smell of the field now turned and awaiting the plow.

The grass in the yard is greening, and the buds on the viburnum and the lilac are fattening. Soon they will blossom in a perfusion of May.

Even the sidewalks, streets and walkways seem to whisper of life restored, for the ants have emerged, the worms turn out after the shower, the petals of the crocus now past prime lay strewn about, and the infusion of it all with sun and water blends a spring that fills us with life.

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