The Smell of Spring

The smell of Spring clings to the air. Birds migrating back sing songs in morning light. Spring frogs serenade the night. Trees grow new leaves. Green grass, and rolling meadows. Wildflowers bursting colors yellows, blues, greens, and purples. Gentle rains, and rolling thunder. The smell of Spring’s fresh rain, and earthy notes float across the cool breeze. In the woods fawns huddle close to mother, Squirrels scurry, bears venture out to find sweet berries. The smell of Spring hangs on February’s breeze reminding me Spring is just around the corner.


By Jamie Whorton Β©


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