Ah, you can't beat the scent of cherry and apple blossoms. Lately my commute is filled with wonderful trees in bloom, cool mornings, even the mist brings its own earthy smells.
Lilacs are heady; heavy heads sway in the breeze.
Crab apple orchard is a pink and white delight.
Beside the road solitary yellow wispy flowers spring forth.
Lots of daffodils. The sounds of tractors and lawn mowers.
Tenacious violets that come back year after year.
I even love the profusion of dandelions. I know my husband will be mowing soon to eradicate the strong yellow heads. Me, I call 'em natural beauty.
When I shift into lower gears to make the last climb to my workplace I glance downward. Oh yuck. There's a mangled worm on the bottom bracket. Another sign of Spring. It's enough to make me cry. Or laugh. Because without our friend the worm, we wouldn't have nature's artistry.