Garden Bloggers' Muse Day

Dreaming of May in March

MARCH

Through all the frozen winter

My nose has grown most lonely

For lovely, lovely, colored smells

That come in springtime only.

The purple smell of lilacs,

The yellow smell that blows

Across the air of meadows

Where bright forsythia grows.

The tall pink smell of peach trees,

The low white smell of clover,

And everywhere the great green smell

Of grass the whole world over.- Kathryn Worth, Smells

Written by Carolyngail at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago
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