Maybe you caught it, too. I picked it up Monday morning, wallking to the Post Office downtown. The unmistakable whiff of spring. Snow was falling lightly. The temperature was in the upper 20s. And for just a second, those elements combined to smell like a spring rain. I tried to pick up the scent again as I continued walking, but I couldn’t get it.
Then, on my return trip, it came again. It came alongside some dormant sod and a bit of exposed soil. It was wet and dense and earthy. I inhaled deeply, trying to get as much of it as I could. It was reminiscent of wet bark, a freshly turned spade of soil and decomposing vegetation.
Tonight, that piece of sod is forecast to be covered by 3 to 4 inches of snow. People passing that way will smell no spring rain in the morning. But it was there today for a fleeting few seconds.