Smell the blossoms – or not…

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It’s hard to know when the blossoms burst and you cannot smell them because of your mask.
Normally, dievca can smell them while riding her bike past the Hudson River Walk.
If you make a point of stopping and take off your mask – they smell divine!


The Smell of Spring

Photo: dievca Crabapple blossoms Hudson River Path 04/2020

Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,

Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.

Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears
Antiquity.

~Emily Dickinson


redolence

Photo: dievca 05/2018 crabapple blossoms by the Hudson River

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.

William Cullen Bryant

Redolence is the way something smells.

dievca always pauses on her way to work to enjoy the redolence of the flowering crabapple trees. The trees are in blossom earlier this year than last.

The word redolence almost always refers to the very best odors and scents.


Malus ~ on the ride home. The Dichotomy of NYC.

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The beauty and the construction.
As Master says, “Spring in the City.”

The smell attracted dievca, the helicopter fascinated her and the sunset kept her.

Photos: dievca 04/2016 NYC