I’m not quite sure what it is about springtime. Between the subtle change in the Southern California “seasons” to the love-to-hate-it task of spring cleaning, everything feels new and different. The skies are bluer, there is the unmistakable fragrance of fresh blooms in the air, and everyone seems a little lighter. The weather gets warmer, the sun shines, and people are just generally happier. It’s like we’ve all awoken from a long winter’s slumber.
I have a particular sense when it comes to detecting the arrival of spring. For some, it is the arrival of Spring Break or Easter. For others, it is the spring fashion lines just hitting the department stores. But for me, it all comes down to my nose. Despite what Punxsutawney Phil says about the arrival of longer days and warmer weather, I don’t believe the season has really come until I can smell it in the air. It’s the aroma of jasmine and orange blossoms, with a slight hint of freshness. This is a certain scent that is around only during these few months of year and it makes me long for other spring delights.