A couple of days ago I had that moment that comes once a year. The moment where the world become fragrant again.
There are a number of houses in my neighborhood that have a bush that reminds me of jasmine and when the air is still their scent hangs in the air.
For me this is an important milestone, a harbinger of spring.
And then this morning I awoke to . . .
This is all prettily inconvenient. The sun on the Olympics was, well, just spectacular though and I am enjoying watching the snow-dust whipping around in the wind.
When will the world become fragrant again?