11:30 a.m.

The first wild rose has bloomed next to the driveway, and another bud is soon to follow its lead. Soon the entire trail will delight with glorious scent. Swoon.

It’s gonna be a gorgeous, hot day. I can’t wear shorts without dousing my legs in toxic insect-repellent, so I have become a real farmer, wearing long sleeves and long pants, even in extreme heat, while I water and dig.

Dreaming of lilacs, another olfactory ecstasy.

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“H never ceases to amaze me. We took a walk in the woods by the beach today (we had to drive 40 minutes to find woods). As we were walking we were pointing things out to each other, including sounds and smells. As the path turned away from the water, the ocean scent was replaced by the cool, rich smell of forest. And I took a deep breath. H kinda sniffed the air and said “That smells just like happiness.” — KC P...