We are watching the earliest spring in my memory. Green is sprouting everywhere. The poplars are wearing their halos and the biggest treat was the sound of the frogs and peepers today. The ice went out of the pond about an hour after the top photo was taken, the one below, the day before. A bit of rain this afternoon and the scent of our world is intoxicating. Sandalwood is the closest description I can think of. While I love the monastic simplicity of winter, my heart beats faster to the sensual pleasures of spring.