Every Spring, I look forward to the budding of the maple trees. We have a gigantic maple residing in our very own backyard. Mid March, wondrous blooms burst forth from each branch, and the smell is heaven.
The subtle aroma transports me to a time when I was living in Montreal. There, this mighty tree is the life blood of an entire culture addicted to all things d'erable. My first Spring there, I would walk the neighborhood on Mount Royal everyday. Just behind St. Joseph's Basilica is a stairway. Located off of a dead end street, this hidden path is nestled between many mighty maples and during late April, the fragrance of budding maple flowers hangs thick in the cool breeze of the morning.
Since then, I can't breathe in that sweet scent without being filled with the memories of a secluded trail hidden amongst maple trees.
Enjoy your Saturday, and...