|Windmill at Litzenberg Memorial Woods|
In the middle of the day I took a break for lunch. Took care of the phones in the office, locked the front door, hung up the ‘out to lunch’ sign, and headed out the door. I placed one foot on the threshold and stepped outside. The warm spring air and sunshine fell upon my face, and automatically I took a nice, deep breath.
Springtime air. Warm breezes, damp earth, new grass that has been mowed for the first time, sweet fragrances of flowering trees and plants, and freshly plowed farm land. There is no sweeter aroma, no simpler pleasure than this.