Friday, May 08, 2009

Scent Drunk

I dusted off my double-cheek seat, pedal brake bike this evening and took an after dinner ride. The air was balmy and perfumed. Lilacs are growing in profusion in yards and at meadow edges. The purple and white blooms are heavy with burgeoning florets. A large vase of them on the kitchen table and a smaller one on the coffee table make the whole house smell sweet. Lily of the valley and violets are thick along the roadside and bright yellow dandelions glow like little suns among them. Apple trees are also in full bloom. I passed one house where the drive was planted on both sides with crab apple trees. At the very end of the curve near the house, a spill of pure white orchard apple blossoms created the illusion of a bride attended by a bevy of pink-garbed bridesmaids. The plowed fields of the lettuce farm smell rich and brown and earthy; everywhere else an abundance of green growing things fairly shouts with the exuberance that is spring. This time of year I am punch-drunk on scents.


11 comments:

Sky said...

and it is all a bit magical, isn't it?

shara said...

the lilacs are gorgeous - the neighbour two doors down has some and I asked the other day if I could go cut some to perfume the house and the shed and she told me to help myself - both light and dark purple. so that's my morning tomorrow, cutting and arranging and then enjoying the lilacs.

Flea said...

Love the blossoms! I agree that's one great thing of Spring, all the scents.

goatman said...

There are people who do not bring flowers into the house; instead opting to keep nature outside where it belongs??

I do not understand such people!!

Paul said...

Great detailed description. Brings to mind G.M. Hopkins' poem, "Spring."

Brian Hayes said...

O' Pauline, the grass is turning brown here. Can you imagine? The foxtails are mature in May and I steer my good dog with tiny whistles. Those terrible burr with 1,000 sticking points... solid dry in May. (He thinks I'm adoring his fur when I twist them out night by night while my fingertips are often raw.) California is a desert saved by sea and paid with tax-heavy water ditches. Lilacs wouldn't want it here. Good Eastern Moisture carries their treasured waft.

red dirt mule said...

ooooo! i love crabapple trees !!

happy mother's day!
xxx
rdm

meggie said...

Your Spring makes me yearn for some of that blossom therapy here!

Barbara said...

As itchy as they make my nose, the spring blossoms really are beautiful once again. How's you new outdoor patio area coming along?

Pauline said...

sky - magic abounds!

shara - between the lilacs and the lily of the valley my senses are reeling

flea - it's heaven at the moment :)

goatman - I do both. Sometimes I can't bear to pick flowers and otehr times, like now, I fill my cottage with their scents.

wow Paul - G.M. Hopkins writes wonderfully well. I like being mentioned with him in the same sentence!

Brian - sending thoughts of rain to you!

RDM - they were spectacular this year!

meggie - lobbing virtual blossoms your way

Barbara - it's slow going as work on the cottage comes after long days of work for pay elsewhere. It may be some time before everything is in place...

Mother of Invention said...

Our lilacs here have peaked. We have more white than purple and I swear they actually are more fragrant!