The Sweet Breath of Spring
Call it middle-aged nostalgia, but early spring always brings me back to the days of my youth. Back to the days of fantastic neighbors, people that all enjoyed life and made the best of it. Back to quality family gatherings and back to a privileged time storing away precious memories of my surroundings.
Spring is a time for cleaning. Getting rid of unwanted clutter that you never use anymore. Re-organizing and making new plans. Clearing out the dead foliage from the outside gardens left by the results of winter passing and making room for the color of new plants that will take its place.
And the unmistakable scent of gardenia blooms that fills the courtyard area. I miss the small wondering shallow creek, that as a kid tromped through so many times in search of the perfect rock, the deer moss growing on a stick or some beautiful fern that I could take and give to mom. A place hidden between the surrounding layers of oak and pine trees and not to forget the tall thick cypress trees that stood in a stunning collection at the waters edge.
