Spring Sentiments
For weeks now I have jealously heard how spring has sprung for everyone else and now at long last the stubborn snow here is receding. Only the large drifts and push piles still remain. That's not to say it has warmed up remarkably but it's been enough for the ground to turn from tarnished white to monotones of brown.
I readily confess to being a total Arsenicum Album personality (if you're into homeopathy). I prefer to sleep under a mountain of covers (all handmade wool, thank-you!) with the window open. In the summer, WIDE open, at present, only an inch or so. But it's more than enough for the delicious scent of moist warm earth to creep in. The aroma is unlike any other time of the year. It's so enticing and refreshing, comforting really. It carries in it's wafts a promise and an expectation of new things yet to come like a first love, an innocent delight so powerful as to blur the bittersweet memories of winter's blast, so fresh and new. The thrill is pure deliberate naivety which makes it all the greater an indulgence. Experience is ruthless in it's knowledge that this brief rapture will be forced to give way only too quickly to the robust work-worn jumble of heat-ravaged summer air, torpid and consuming like a waning romance. Only too soon it will come, so I sip greedily, knowing I will never satisfy this appetite. I revel in to opportunity to indulge innocently. Rare indeed the simple pleasure that doesn't bite back......
I readily confess to being a total Arsenicum Album personality (if you're into homeopathy). I prefer to sleep under a mountain of covers (all handmade wool, thank-you!) with the window open. In the summer, WIDE open, at present, only an inch or so. But it's more than enough for the delicious scent of moist warm earth to creep in. The aroma is unlike any other time of the year. It's so enticing and refreshing, comforting really. It carries in it's wafts a promise and an expectation of new things yet to come like a first love, an innocent delight so powerful as to blur the bittersweet memories of winter's blast, so fresh and new. The thrill is pure deliberate naivety which makes it all the greater an indulgence. Experience is ruthless in it's knowledge that this brief rapture will be forced to give way only too quickly to the robust work-worn jumble of heat-ravaged summer air, torpid and consuming like a waning romance. Only too soon it will come, so I sip greedily, knowing I will never satisfy this appetite. I revel in to opportunity to indulge innocently. Rare indeed the simple pleasure that doesn't bite back......
I hear you! It is a beautiful day here in Missouri today. The birds are singing, a tiny little breeze. The air smells so good! I've got every door, window open and I just love it!
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I wish I could chime in, but we had 26C yesterday, and today it's supposed to be 21C officially, but I think it's more. It's too hot, with nothing much in between cold and hot. One day I have the heat on, the next I could use the A/C, but I refuse to turn it on. But I dug out the fans. I would LOVE to have spring like you discribed it.
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