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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