Spring in February

On a day when the wind slapped you as soon as you walked out the door, I smelled spring. So clearly and pungently. What exactly is the smell of spring? Not flowers blooming or the smell of freshly cut grass. Nope! The smell of spring is dinner being charred up on the grill. Ahhhh, my mouth waters just thinking of it. 

As soon as weather permits, I loved getting out there on the back porch and grilling up dinner, whatever it may be. My dinner always differed somewhat from Jeff's, but the scents were captivating nonetheless. 

So, as I took Shea out for an evening walk, I was taken aback when we returned home to a tantalizing aroma. One that was so familiar but seemed so very out of place. Maybe because it is a spring smell in mid February. Maybe because a light snow is covering the ground, rather than spring blossoming around us. Maybe because it is pitch black out due to the still too short days. But any apprehensions I  had, were lost when Shea began sniffing the air and forging towards the smell. I was surprised to see my neighbor, out on the back manning the grill.

And while, admittedly, his wife thinks he is crazy, she has no problem eating what he brings in. I can't blame her. At this point, our walk was over and I became nostalgic for spring time. For so many reasons.  

I will be seeing Jeff more for sure, in the upcoming spring. And you can bet our grill, now beneath a dusting of snow, will get much use. 

The more I can grill for Jeff, the happier I will be. This will mean two things in particular. One, I will be seeing him! And two, our grill is alive and well. Jeff and I have a knack for ruining grills. Married two and a half years, we have owned three grills. That is not a very good average!