Smelling Spring

Ah spring. How I love thee, even when you jump from warm and bright one day to blustery and chilly the next.

In particular, I love the way you smell, like sweet pink hyacinths.

And equally sweet white hyacinths.

I also love the way you look, like water droplets on green petals.

So I will gaze—often—out the window at the blooming, dewey perennials.

And make excuses to go stand by the kitchen sink as much as possible so I can breathe in the scent of these pretty little blooms I brought inside.

Ah spring. How I love thee.

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