All winter long (and it was long) the wind blows and the cold rain comes down sideways and you just put your head down and hunch your shoulders and count the days, first to the solstice, then to the first day of spring. Of course the first day of spring arrives much earlier than the calendar date. It’s the February glimmers–the days are noticably longer, the robins are singing in the mornings, and there’s the sneak peek of freakishly warm weather.
Once it arrives in earnest, it can’t be stopped, and that’s when you notice it–the beautiful green smells of spring. In March, when it’s still cold and wet, you get a whiff of something…alive. Growing. The first blooms are beginning to open, and the delicate scents of spring bulbs and early flowering trees perfume the air. You realize then that you’ve missed this all winter long, when the only smell was the clean, metallic crispness of the occasional fresh snow. Now that it’s here, you inhale the scents, breathing the intoxicating bouquet of new life and regeneration.
Now it’s May, and the air is laden with scent after scent as the trees bloom and leaf out. You smile at the the incongruously delicate, sweet smell from the myriad dandelions blooming in your lawn, cheerful and bright and impervious; and delight in the purple-blue bells of wood hyacinth that are taking over neglected corners of border gardens. You breathe deeply, inhaling the cologne of Nature’s rebirth, thankful for the scents, and that you’re not prone to allergies!
Yes, Spring is my favorite season, and May into June my favorite time of year.