Ahhh… I love when you can smell spring in the air!
The temperatures may rise and fall but it isn’t Spring until you can smell it in the rain and the garden.
Earlier this week it came up in conversation that I consider my spring flowers old friends. I look forward to their return each year. This year we’ve been blessed with wonderful weather and my garden is bursting with joy. (minus a few taken by the squirrels).
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. ~ Marcel Proust
I’m so grateful for the beauty that I can see and smell; that I can enjoy each day.
What has brought a smile to your week? What are you grateful for this week?
Last week Colline’s Blog was grateful for Parent Input.
Just Breathe and Be Thankful was grateful for the warm weather.
Now that my son is in high school. Fall afternoons mean watching football games. I just wish more were on sunny afternoons like this one. 🙂 The crisp fall air; the bright fall leaves are a good match for the high school football game.
I go to nature to be soothed and healed,
and to have my senses put in order. ~ John Burroughs
Nowhere is this more true than during time in the woodlands. My family spends many long weekends visiting some of our favourite, familiar woods. It’s like visiting old friends; you know the type, the ones that you can see once a year but pick up as if it was last night? I hope you enjoy the quick visit with our friends.
Spring in Allegany State Park, New York, USA
Fall in Southern Ontario, Canada
During November I want to see trees or leaves or anything found in a woodland environment
(this can include individual trees or leaves or woodland/forest views, fungi, wildlife or wildflowers – it can be of an autumnal flavour or anytime in the year, up to you)
Thank you to The Earth Laughs in Flowers for this monthly garden challenge!
Many of my favourite spring mornings are here, ‘our’ cabin in Allegany State Park. I wake up feeling relaxed and refreshed. The morning is quiet with the soothing sound of the nearby creek.
“The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.”
― Emily Dickinson