May 15, 2013 by allsho
I’ve always thought that spring is the season of smells. Where I live, smells belong to privet shrubs or linden trees, mainly, but any kind of flowering plant can be held responsible as well.
And yet, flowers are just a temporary presence, rarely the first, announcing the arrival of spring.
Leaves are the real trumpet of spring. Leaves are life coming back, energy flowing again, and I’m not talking about some kind of vague new-waveish concept of energy: it’s biochemistry working at its fullest, newly.
Grass, shrubs, trees: a brand new bright glossy green is the colour of spring over here, and these days I like it even more than the smell of this season (I suspect my allergy has something to do with this).