When I was little, my mother (and all the women I knew) said we had to wait for spring to wear white.
That was a long time ago.
Our last spring seems just as distant, but today a new one arrived on the calendar and in the weather.
Finally, sun and blue sky.
And my favorite whites burst forth: the weeds lining the canal by the Lake Cheston bridge, tiny little star bursts on bare thin branches, and the tall Star Magnolia shrub (though this one is more like a tree) at the Georgia Avenue corner of the College Library.
I opened my car door and smelled the blossoms from across the street. Now that is the scent of spring!
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