Monday, April 11, 2011


Daughter as mother and daughter are leaving the house one afternoon:  It smells like spring out here.

Mother (smiling to herself, because she noticed the same thing:  Yes, it does.  I like that smell.

Daugher:  Me too.  It smells like dirt. 

Mother, laughing:  It does smell like dirt. 

. . . and clean rain. 

Spring smells like dirt, and new leaves and clean rain. 

Happy Spring!

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