Breath of the Year
And yet how much of the sweetness of these dainty things is due to that of the pines among which they grow, and which seem to enfold their slight perfumes in a kind of deep embracing fragrance! At the edge of the wood, the sweet-brier rose is now in bloom, and, for my part. I am a firm believer in the fragrance of other wild roses, let who will say nay. The strawberries in the meadows now appeal to us with color. form, odor, and rich juiciness at once. The lindens have opened their intoxicating blossoms, the grapevines fill the air with balm, the locust flowers contribute their spicy breath, the young hay lies on the lawns, and everywhere “ the south wind comes o’er gardens, and the flowers that kissed it are betrayed.”