The other day, two little girls ran past my window. One was visiting from the north and as she sprinted past the other girl, she turned and proclaimed: "It smells like Easter down here!"
It smells like Easter.
Something tells me that we all know that smell.
It's the smell of spring. It's knowing that even though your eyes may deceive you, as you watch leaves continue to turn fall colors, your other senses know the truth. Things are blooming. The earth, the soil, is rich again with life waiting to spring forth. What once looked barren and smelled of leaves crushed underfoot, now bids the world to wake.
It's Easter--in its truest form.
It smells like Easter.
Something tells me that we all know that smell.
It's the smell of spring. It's knowing that even though your eyes may deceive you, as you watch leaves continue to turn fall colors, your other senses know the truth. Things are blooming. The earth, the soil, is rich again with life waiting to spring forth. What once looked barren and smelled of leaves crushed underfoot, now bids the world to wake.
It's Easter--in its truest form.
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