The meadow smells of sunshine. A large bird migration passes the moon. The horses are grazing. The fruit trees are blooming and the smell of Mirabelle flowers are mingling with sunshine. These are moods that merge and define spring.
Spring won’t let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
~ Gustav Mahler
HANNA'S WALK 
Our madrone are blooming. The air is full of their sweet smell.
Sounds lovely, Curt!!