In the last of the Mowgli stories, author Rudyard Kipling wrote of the coming of spring in the Seoni Hills of India as "the day the smells change". My mother used to refer to it as the day the mockingbird changes his song.
Perhaps you have experienced it yourself. You go to bed in late winter and magically awaken to the smells and sounds new growth and early spring.
This week, the smells changed in northern Virginia. Over the course of 24 hours, the mood and the season has shifted from winter to spring.
Yesterday, few of the trees showed any trace of blossom. Today, the maples all have buds. The spring blooming magnolias have gone from barren to full bloom overnight. And the forsythias, few of which showed trace of life a day ago are now clouds of bright yellow.
It shouldn't surprise me -- spring happens every year -- and yet it always does.
Spring has come!
The earth is alive!
The smells have changed!