In addition to the sights and sounds of springtime, I guess I should include the nice aromas that are also a part of this lovely season. Flowers are my favorites during springtime, and to me, spring just isn't spring if the air isn’t punctuated with those air perfuming honeysuckles and brightly colored roses ... Umm, umm, umm, what delicious fragrances they emit.
When it comes to the fields and meadows, southwestern Arkansas is mostly pine and the only things they produce are needles and cones with a fragrance nowhere near that of a dainty rose. They are not nearly as beautiful as a rose either, but they are not completely unsightly. They will do. Pines are green all year, so during the spring, there's not much new about them. They simply retain their same composure. Actually, there aren't many trees that have buds that blossom into full blooms like apple and cherry trees, which as a child, I never saw.
My springtime world still had my favorite daffodils. I like those pretty, yellow flowers. Not only are they a beautiful sight for the eyes but they are so independent. They grow on their own without any care or personal attention. They only need the rain from heaven to nourish their bodies. Each spring, I could, without fail, expect the ditches along the roadside to be ablaze with yellow trumpet daffodils ... and they always were.
There is something serendipitous about living in rural America. Everything about a country spring is almost too good to be true. Of course spring comes to the city too, but this season is much more pronounced in the outlying areas. But you would have to live "there" to really appreciate the beauty and joy that springtime brings.
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