the smell of spring.

Spring smells like

stringing laundry outside –

pants and pillows and pyjamas –

and like picnics and playing

badminton in the garden –

tea, more tea, and triangle sandwiches –

and like enjoying the sun

before the wasps come.

Spring smells like

yesterday.

(I just found this tiny list which I wrote out a few years ago. Quite liked the rhythm of it. I caught a whiff of a few of those aromas recently. And then the rain came.

This picture was taken last week, a week hereby named The Week of Essay Madness. I drink quite a lot of tea in a day. This picture was taken at about 11am.)