“Mmmmm! It smells so good!” we said simultaneously as we entered. We breathed deeply, inhaling the rich earthy smell of mulch and the heady aroma of the blossoming plants that surrounded us.
“I’m so glad we came!” I said.
“Oh, this is cool.” said L, and A nodded in agreement.
We ambled through the show enjoying the colors, smells and creative landscaping. “Oh, look at that!” “That’s so cute!” “Maybe we could build a brick patio like that.” “Don’t you wish we had a hot tub?” “What’s that plant?” “Oh, this one is definitely my favorite.” “What smells so good?”
It was a lovely respite during a harsh winter. A taste of spring. Just a casual meandering, enjoying the sights, the smells and being with each other. No rush, no jostling crowds. Simply a feast for the senses and for our winter-weary beings. Rejuvenating.
Outdoors, despite some blue patches of sky, the scenery was still very white and cold. “Look at the snow on that roof,” A said. We eyed the sheet of snow cantilevered over the edge of a nearby roof with some trepidation then stepped a bit further away, as sodden white piles below testified to an impending avalanche. The trickle and drip of water rivuletting off other roofs filled the air. The parking lot was rutted and muddy, filled with puddles of water—not ice. There were, in fact, signs of spring about if you looked carefully enough.
My daughters, almost 20 and 17, suddenly burst into motion. They ran through the wet pocked parking lot yelling, “Shotgun!” with arms flailing and legs pumping as they vied to reach the car first and obtain the coveted front seat for the ride home. No dignity but such vibrancy! I smiled and crossed the lot a bit more sedately, watching them and loving every moment.