Last night I slept curtains drawn with my window to the garden wide open. The quality of the air that filtered through the space at 5am this morning was different. How do I define it? Of course, I have noticed the birds are already more active at an earlier hour – round 4.45 am. Spring is on the way. But this change did not have to do with what I heard. I inhaled a nuanced scent – a freshness, a newness. The draft that touched my cheeks was bracing not chilly. Just a shift on a minutely spaced scale.
Sprays of creamy blossom on the buddleja are unfolding. Clusters of buds are poking out among the green spears of the clivias.
Hello!
ReplyDeleteI've popped in to see how you're doing, and I see that you are just fine. Mmm, that fresh air sounds so good.
Have a nice day, Eleanor.