When I think of the season of spring my mind travels back a couple of generations to my grandmother and her sister. Come spring you might find Grandma on her hands and knees in the back yard. She is digging up dandelion greens which she will wash thoroughly before serving them as a salad with hot bacon dressing.
Her sister, Aunt Nanny, loves spring onions. They always had a bit too much bite for my taste, but Aunt Nanny holds them by the green stems and eats the white bulbs plain and with apparent relish.
My favorite spring food is rhubarb pie. I love the way the first taste you experience is sourness, but then the sour flavor blends with a sweet aftertaste. Some people like it with vanilla ice cream, but I prefer it plain. Rhubarb pie can stand on its own two feet.
There is so much variety to the sensory experiences of spring. When I ride on the bike path the din of the spring peepers is deafening. I can finally open the windows that have been hermetically sealed throughout the winter and enjoy the symphony of birdsong. I might be lulled to sleep by the patter of soft spring rainfall on the roof and against the window panes. The winds of spring sigh through the budding tree branches.
The smells I associate mostly with spring are those of blossoms. There is the heady fragrance of lilacs right outside my door and the sweet seductive scent of apple blossoms promising a bountiful harvest to come. My favorite is the scent of viburnum blossoms. If I wore a fragrance, I would want it to smell like viburnum. In the season of spring there is the first experience of the scent of freshly mown grass after the long winter.
The variety of pink and white blossoms in spring takes one's breath away. I like when a gust of wind shakes loose a shower of pink blossoms. It seems as though the earth itself is sighing with the abundance of beauty. I will enjoy this spring while I can. It was a long time coming and will soon deepen into summer.