Yesterday the rain fell softly on the roof, drumming gently in the sweet rhythm of spring. At one point, I walked outside, and although still a tad chilly, I could smell it.
Just faintly…an echo of last year’s warmth and a tease of tomorrow. Nudging my memory and whispering, “spring smells like this.” An earthy, wet and lush scent that wafts in slowly and surely.

It doesn’t smell like summer.
Summer is completely different. More complex. It has history in its dewdrops and dust around its edges. Summer is a lily. Strong, colourful, ribald. Sure and ripe.

It’s cared for and documented, lest we forget.
It’s eye achingly beautiful, so we won’t.

It’s urgent, and come hither. And it’s stop, don’t you dare.

It’s love me, leave me…
and I’ll be back, right behind my pale sister, Spring.
Wait for me.


Felicia said...

Lovely post and lovely photos. Over the weekend I saw my first-of-season Northern Parulas and Swallow-tailed Kites, so spring is definitely here! I hope it's just as nice up where you are.

Susan said...

Thank you Felicia...starting to warm up here, finally! Love Northern Parulas!!

Ruth said...

Walking outdoors this morning after the weekend rains truly did smell like spring. Lovely photos.

Wolynski said...

It's already like this in Canada? Still a little chilly in Vegas.
Beautiful photos.

Johnny Nutcase said...

I love this post! Beautiful photos and words, thumbs up!

steviewren said...

It seems the whole Western Hemisphere is waiting on Spring this year. I know I am. I have some daffodils blooming, but the weather persists in being damp and chilly. We should have a beautiful Spring when it finally gets here.

Dave Lewis said...

Spring is spring here at last!

Oz Girl said...

I know that sweet spring rain smell you speak of... beautiful photos on this post.

Today it snows. A storm. Winter's last hurrah... I hope! Yesterday afternoon was sunny and a balmy 67 degrees. :-(