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.