Spring

Earlier this week I mowed the lawn for the first time this season. The mower was a little cranky after being made to sit quietly all winter in a cold storage shed but it was finally convinced to start. At this early juncture, my lawn is mostly comprised of tufts of grass in a sea of dead brown material and an assortment of weeds. But all of it needs a weekly trim regardless of affiliation.

The reward in these early days of spring is the sweet fragrance of hyacinths that permeates my backyard and entertains my nose if I as much as glance in their direction. They don't stay around nearly long enough but their scent is a clear message that the growing season has begun.