must be spring

Sounds and smells of simple Things

rooster crowing early in the morning

a quail and its eerie, mournful song, muted in the fog laying heavy on the ground

laugher coming from the guys and their friends sitting around the bonfire in the back

the heavy, musky incense of the wisteria that is dripping with lavender

the heady aroma of the first bud from the Anastasia rose bush the guys gave me last year on mom day

the earthy odor of cow manure as farmers plow fields for corn

the green-ness of a freshly mown lawn during a gentle rain