“Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?” — Neltje Blanchan
A picture is worth a thousand words. But a scent is older than language, a primal connection with the world around us.
The smell of the air after the rain.
Cookies at grandma’s house.
Smoke in the autumn air.
These aromas bring us to a different time and place, a trip through memory in an instant.
The scent of Spring is the echo of rebirth, the feeling of hope and the vigor of youth all in a whiff.