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[aldersprig]

a story for my New Year’s Prompt Call

Warning... a wee bit maudlin. 



The snow had finally melted.  It had been a long winter - slow-starting but then dumping buckets of snow on us all of February and March and most of April.

It was May 5th, and I could finally see all of the grass, or at least the parts that had survived.  I could see, too, my poor bushes, which had not done well but which were, now, trying to put out the buds they normally would have put out in early March. 

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Comments

[kelkyag]

<sniffles>

[aldersprig]

<3

[clare_dragonfly]

Oh, this is sad and pretty. And it reminds me of Dar Williams' song "February."

[sauergeek]

This brings back a similar reminder of my own grandmother. I was in a new (to me) area, and had found a general store in what looked like an old house. I got back to the spice section and was instantly transported — nose first — back to my grandmother's kitchen. Something in the combination of old wood and a specific mix of spice smells did it. I had to stand still for a while.

My grandma was a baker, not a gardener. (She was also a knitter and crocheter, but that memory isn't tied to smell.) I can see, with a gardener grandmother, that bulbs would bring back similar sorts of memories.