Here it Comes

Today everything's great: I just saw six Canada geese unpacking their bags by the lake across from here. Two weeks more and they’ll be standing on our grass huddling together like middle-schoolers at the mall. They like to stand on our grass and I like to see them do it. I figure what they’re saying is “This place is more ours than yours, just so you know. We’ve been coming here at the end of every winter since before you took down that ugly swing-set after your kids grew up; since before you put it up ten years before that. In fact we were standing on this piece of land before there were even any houses here at all.”Anyway that’s what I like to think they're saying. Call me a masochist but I like being put in my place.The geese do that to me every year when they come back: shrink me down to size I mean. The way the light looks just now does that to me too. And also the crocuses that just won’t die no matter what kind of winter gets thrown at them. And just when I’m thinking things can’t get any greater, gardenia plants go on sale at the supermarket and the luscious scent of those velvety blossoms practically takes the top of my head off.

you can practically smell  them even in a picture!