It always smells so good at this time of the year. The pitch has started to move in the trees, bringing a pine-fresh quality to the air which actually seems to signal to our own inner juices that it’s time to stir the hibernating winter soul into awakening. You can hear the birds and insects begin to stretch their vocal cords as nature’s choir begins its annual practice.
As the grass reaches to the sky, there is an unaccountable joy at the sound of lawnmowers as they signal the end of a cold lifeless winter, while they cheerfully clip at extra growth to make an even green carpet and filling the air with a wonderful, grassy aroma.
Even the sun, itself, seems to exude a sort of fragrance that is warm and rich and loving in its embrace. Maybe, it’s a combination of sweet rich soil, plants bursting forth in happy abandon, and clear mountain water, all rejoicing at being reunited with their old friends. But, whatever the reason, it makes every living thing dance and sing in unabashed ecstasy. Oh, herald the rites of spring!
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