The last several weeks have had that smell...you know the one...the smell every spring when the cherry blossoms are at their peak and the lilacs are coming into bloom. I walk in the evening and just as I turn the corner I see the light post with the beautiful glass lamp buried in the blossoms way up high, glowing pink, and I breathe. I B R E A T H E D E E P...again and again and again. I can't get enough of the smell. It brings me back... back to a time...a carefree time of laughter and playing, getting dirty, building forts in the woods, staying up too late and loving every minute of it. A time of dreaming...such good dreams. I love this smell. I love it when it gets carried by the wind which lovingly drops it at my door. I'm thankful for this smell and how it fills my soul.