'Breakfast in bed

Life renews itself in the spring.

Bulbs poke their heads above ground, proof that the primordial darkness of winter is about to depart.

Days get longer and warmer.

Hope begins to rise as people once more begin walking and running, planting, and dreaming.

The air is redolent of my youth and those long ago mornings when I jumped out of bed because I just couldn't stay down one more minute -- even if it meant my mother might make me breakfast in bed.

I think it is the scent of damp earth, new life and earthworms, as Teamaker would say, that makes me feel like a kid again.