I can smell the wakening of nature everywhere around me. It's that particular smell of fresh earth, sprouting grass, early flowers. The trees are crowned with white and pink blooms. Somewhere in the trees under my window there is a nightingale singing to its heart content. On my window sill my potted flowers seem to be evoked by the force of spring - they seem to gain a darker color and fresher looks. Wherever I look everything sprouts, buds, shoots and springs up.
I am ready to plunge into this new life being reborn once more.