Musings on Spring- While Watching the Snow Fall in March
Indiana spring is a beautiful thing. I can hear it coming by the birds. The crows and hawks start circling around, looking for love. Then the sparrows and cardinals start to chatter and squawk.
Then, I can see it coming in the greening of the grass, the blooming of the crocus and daffodil, and the buds on the trees. Willow branches turn from gray to green. Brown earth gets a richer brown. Neighborhood kids come out to play. Squirrels dart from tree to tree.
The true test of spring is in the smell. How can I describe the smell? It smells like soil and grass and rain and hope. There is a moment every year, when I can smell that it's finally spring.
Just call me Samwise.
Then, I can see it coming in the greening of the grass, the blooming of the crocus and daffodil, and the buds on the trees. Willow branches turn from gray to green. Brown earth gets a richer brown. Neighborhood kids come out to play. Squirrels dart from tree to tree.
The true test of spring is in the smell. How can I describe the smell? It smells like soil and grass and rain and hope. There is a moment every year, when I can smell that it's finally spring.
Just call me Samwise.
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