They’ve been out for a few weeks now, and I’ve finally given in to the jonquils on display in all the local grocery stores. I have started to embrace the coming of spring, even if it is a bit early. Easter and Lent are early this year too, so perhaps that’s the way it’s going to be. Didn’t the groundhog predict such a thing too? Not that a rodent should prescribe for us a way of life, but whatever bit of folklore gets us through the winter…
Whenever I pass a pot of narcissus, I pause to lean down and take a deep inhalation of their almost ephemeral fragrance. It’s something that no perfumer has successfully been able to wrangle into a bottle, and I love it all the more for that. Spring is in the air and on the wind…
