Just had to mention that it smelled like spring when the girls got on the bus. Made me think of my own early childhood days, rushing out the door, running to the bus. Having to stop and pause to smell greening earth.
Thank God for the invention of the nose. Even if I couldn't see the green grass and chartreuse leaves and pink redbuds and white dogwood, I could still sense the changing of the season.
No comments:
Post a Comment