"Spring Fragrances..."

I breathe them all in...
deeply.

Blossom-laden orchard boughs,

sweet and fluttery yet strong and rich with

promise...

Old fashioned flower gardens,

palettes now popping awake with cheeriness and

hues of hope...

Endless acreages of country fields,

freshly plowed,

moist clumps of bountiful blackness

greeting each sunrise...

Each of these

is pure aromatherapy for my spirit.

A potpourri of these memories will remain
safely bottled away forever

in my Midwest heart of hearts.

Ahhh!

“A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare.

For the most part

we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought;

as if

we could be satisfied

with the dews of the morning or evening

without their colors,

or

the heavens without their azure.”
~Henry David Thoreau