Cats tiptoeing through snow, red sleds from the hardware store, ice cakes melting off mittens and onto the floor, the dirty ash and spicy fragrance of a wood stove, cups of chocolate (hot) and monopoly.
The thick smell of mud, tiny tender green shoots, daffodils donning Easter bonnets, a crabapple tree hideaway, hard crushes, shrunken shirts of last year, the way bread smells when its carried by soft warm wind.
Creektime, crawfish, picnics in red-checks, tree forts, tent revivals, sticky heat, sweet peas, tiger lilies and cornflower. Also picking potato bugs off the leaves for a penny per.
Fresh cool nights, crackle wood and crunchy leaves, wood chops and new books, piano practice, pumpkins and squash and the very last tomato from the garden.