The Scents of Spring

The wisteria have come and gone. The honeysuckle and wild white roses scent the walkways like a dream. The hot pink wild climbing roses are out, hiding on the sides of the road, all but impossible to capture and transplant.

The mimosa trees are growing, no blooms yet, but soon enough the heat will bring out another fragrance, so sweet.

Part of the result of meditation is the coming into the presence of the senses. Seeing more clearly. Smelling more clearly. Tasting and feeling more vibrantly.

Most of us have so much to do we don't have time to notice when the different wild flowers come and go. May we find ways to keep our connection with the cycle of nature.