The Scent Between Paths

#springwander There’s no single fragrance in spring—it’s a blend. Lilac, thyme, citrus blossom, and wet soil swirl together in the quietest perfume. You stop walking, just to breathe. The scent is fleeting, but honest. The garden doesn’t try to impress—it simply is. One gust of wind and the whole memory shifts. You follow the air like it’s telling a secret. 🤫