I believe this was probably the first night this year I actually smelled spring at NIGHT. There’s something special about the feeling of spring at night. It’s like sensing something being born. It’s full of mystery and mischief, fresh sights and scents. The leaves unfurl their new forms while we sleep, and the grass gathers sweetwater from the cool evening air. It’s the feeling that something hopeful and exciting is about to happen at any moment.
So hard to believe everything seemed dead and cold barely a month ago when the sky seems pure and the air itself pulses with a sensual undercurrent of life.
If I had to have a season to keep, I believe this would be it.

(And many thanks to my webmistress for the restoration of piccies–I know the blog is making you nuts).