Every year I look forward to the warm days of spring and summer, mostly for the smells.
It starts with the first whiff of freshly mowed grass.
Then comes the smell of the earliest flowers, the hyacinths and daffodils.
The smell of warm cotton as it dries in the breeze.
Warm sweaty baby curls as a toddler wakes up from a nap.
Then honeysuckle and roses.
The night air as it wafts into an open bedroom window.
Anyone care to join me in my tent of drying sheets?