The prompt I'm using today comes from Nablopomo and I've chosen it because today is the day for the Letter D in the Blogging A to Z Challenge: “In Spring at the end of the day you should smell like DIRT.” — Margaret Atwood
This image is from Morguefile.com and reminds me of early Spring when I was a child in Northern Indiana. A muddy trail through wooded acreage that shows bits of green beginning to peak through the fallen leaf cover of the Winter.
How could any child who grows up on a farm resist the call of life ready to explode everywhere around her after being cooped up inside for much of the Winter. And how could any child not smell of dirt after exploring favorite places unvisited since autumn? I'm sure author Margaret Atwood intended her reader to think of gardens when she wrote the line, but for me early Spring, first Spring is a wet chilly thaw that signals a time, still weeks away, when tilled soil, seeds, and the scent of gardening permeates clothing, hair, and thoughts that will turn to memories fondly recalled in Springs far away in time and space.