Scent of Spring

Image By: Sandra Burnsed

There is nothing as sweet and invigorating as the smell fresh cut grass. I just got back from checking on George, and apparently while I was gone Mr Brown cut the lawn. Leaving the scent of fresh cut grass lingering in the air. With three days worth of laundry now hanging on the line. A southerly breeze blows reminding me it’s time to put away the dead of winter and embrace the rebirth of spring.

We could always use a little rain, but it’s the sweet scent of spring that livens up the senses. Now summer, winter, and fall all have their own way of teasing our senses. With their celebrations, vivid colors, and Yuletide glee. But spring with it’s focus on rebirth gently reminds us that life after death has its moments. But it’s up to us how successful we navigate those moments.
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With the birth of our newest grandchild this spring. My senses are heightened to the promise and joy of the season. Thinking back on our lives, it’s  easy to forget the moments that brought us here. Life has such a repetitive cycle that it’s easy to get caught in the loop. Forgetting that each moment has the potential to teach us something new. For far too long I’ve lived in a valley of despair, a place I find myself far too often these days. But as I already said, the scent of spring gives hope. That no matter the storm clouds, renewal is but a breath away.