The air
is resplendent with spring fragrance, and it is almost overwhelming to the
senses. A western breeze across the plowed fields brings an earthy smell of
waiting soil, passing through the apple tree in front in full bloom and tinted
with its unique pungency.
The
viburnam blooms are in the thousands, having opened nearly all at once
yesterday and each carrying a bit of nectar that smells like a version of
honeysuckle, which itself will arrive in a few weeks. These tiny white flowers
of the viburnam will linger for a week, before dropping to the ground in a
pattern beneath that looks like spring snowfall.
The
lily of the valley had bloomed in spots, with bell shaped drops of white
emerging from within the unfurled green leaves. Theirs is a scent like no
other, and Sarah will bring bunches inside to place on the windowsills.
There
is pollen in the air and the smell of both pavement and grass made enhanced by
the heavy dew and early fog this morning. All of this is combined with the
sense of spring morning, the shifting light through the veiled curtain fog, the
sounds of dozens of birds calling to one another, and the tractor in the
background making its way down the field to begin transplanting.
Notes:
Oriole
returns to feeder
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