spring has this smell. at least in my neck of the the woods. it’s a combination of new and old. it’s quite possible i’m just smelling the fertilizing of the fields, but who knows. it’s such a strong and comforting smell. spring in it’s entirety….not the fertilizer, that would be weird. it’s amazing to me that a smell can flood you with memories from long ago. this morning the combination of breeze, humidity, and the way the air smelled, transported me back to a time 30 plus years ago (crap, how can that be? i’m so young and spry….)
my grandparents’ house. i could wonder away into the depths of their yard and it was like i was in a different world. they had this little courtyard. very alice in wonderland. surrounded in beautiful huge boxwoods. inside the courtyard was a brick path with a huge clay urn at it’s center. never having been a big person, but being even smaller then, i could stand in the courtyard unseen, taking in the scents coming at me from every direction. i could observe the intricacies of a spiderweb. watch it wave ever so slightly in the spring breeze. feel the chance of rain dancing in the air. it felt like i owned this place. like it was mine. i was the only one who could see it for it’s special beauty.
it has been a long time since my family has owned that house. when the new owners moved in, we were invited to walk through the house. i was tempted, but chose not to go. i feared that my secret garden may have been changed. somehow, any change to this place would erase the memory, or at least that was my fear.
on a perfect spring day like today, with the promise of rain, my mind falls back to a time when i was small and had different worries. a time when the people who have guided me to the person i am, were still living. it was a precious time that will remain unchanged in my mind’s eye.
all of this because the wind changed direction and my senses caused a flash of memory…..how lucky am i?!E