Never thought I’d live to see this day. When I would proclaim my joy to the world on how much I loved the smell of mulch. Don’t get me wrong. Mulch smells and horribly too but after years of seeing the seasons change, I have finally learned to associate the smell of mulch with the coming of spring.
So, today as I walked into work and the heavenly smell wafted my way, my mind went whoops of joy. For the coming of spring. For thin cotton tops and strappy sandals. For weekend picnics. For glorious sunlight and birds chirping. For flowery bushes. For everything bright, green and beautiful.
Here’s to the coming of spring. Yayy!!!