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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