Today , couldn't you just smell the warmth in the air for the first time this year . It was a day of scents , gone is the all-pervading slightly sickly sweet smell of oilseed rape which envelops our village at this time of year , as we are surrounded by garish yellow fields which have now changed into different tones of green and blended with fresh grasses and wheat . Instead now it is the scent of Lilac , May and Wisteria .Just up the road from our house , there is a wonderfully opulent white wisteria whose blooms hang like bejewelled christmas tree decorations over the top of a lovely gnarled old stone wall . If you walk underneath the dripping blossom there is a delicate scent which far outdoes anything created by Yves St Laurent or Coco Chanel .I could stand there forever just breathing in and savouring the elusively delicate perfume .If only I could bottle it - well perhaps not , best left to nature to treat me an a warm sunny day .
In the fields around us the first silage is already cut and giant swiss rolls of grass lie randomly scattered warming in the sun waiting to be collected for next winter's feed , another all embracing memorable scent .Out and about in the village one can hear the sound of mowers ,not the clackerty clack which is so evocative of my childhood but the smooth purr of electric motors - but it doesn't alter the scent of fresh mown grass - who can resist it .
Devon is looking spectacularly beautiful at present with an abundance of spring blossom - but shut your eyes for a moment , breath in and enter another world .
