There is something uniquely special about coming out of hibernation as spring enters our world. The peeling of clothes, the throwing open of doors and windows letting spring into the house.
As I fold my washing, the first this year that has that special smell. A smell that holds a thousand memories that waft around me. The birds singing, bees buzzing, strawberries picked and eaten straight from the plant, sleeping under the stars.
We are standing on the threshold, waiting.
What memories will we forge?
prompted by writealm