Tobacco Trees

On warm days in spring–just a few of them, when the temperature and the breeze are just right–these trees smell like a tobacconist’s shop. Since we no longer have the plum tree in the backyard–the only thing I miss about the old house–it’s running under these trees and taking deep breaths that convinces me yes, spring has returned, the winter has been survived, and we just might make it after all.

It’s good to feel that one has survived. And that one might continue to, despite everything.