commuter, culture, touring and style—from the shores of Lake Champlain
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Pardon the closed eyes.
When a morning shower passed by, the lilac bushes perfumed the whole city. It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "heaven sent". In this case "heaven scent" is more appropriate. Add those flowering wonders to the multitude of blossoming crab apple and cherry trees, and it's aromatic bliss.
Because of the early rain, my son and I took the bus to his school. When I met him later we walked home together. At least until he commandeers my bike...
...and rides it like a scooter. I think he missed his skateboard. I wasn't particularly anxious to ride anyway. There are too many fragrant trees to dawdle under, inhaling as I go. The wonders of Spring are fleeting. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.