First warm evening of scent!

Does everyone do this? After the longest, hardest winters, my OBF (Official Best Friend, or 'Whim' as she is also known) and I made a habit of celebrating that magical first evening when the temperature rises above 50 degrees and it is just possible to smell the air. Suddenly it is possible to smell pine and water and drains and food floating out of any nearby restaurants. It's such an enlivening experience and yet, every year, it happens, and every year we respond to it and each other in the same way. It always makes me grateful for scent and the fact that even the longest, bleakest winters do eventually fade into something altogether more palatable. Of course, the only downer in all of this voyage of discovery is that this night is regularly a false dawn and whilst you know spring and warmer times are coming, there may well be a fair few frosts before you can venture outside in just one simply city dress and maybe a jumper or something. (I'm from Norfolk remember)