We had just enjoyed the first day of Spring. Dusk had settled over the garden when Tiggy came rushing into the kitchen demanding our immediate attention in the cobbled yard. I thought she must want us to admire the moon. As we wandered out into the dark we discovered it was the perfume from the plum blossom which had caused so much excitement. It was gorgeous, quite heady and as Tiggy exclaimed “it was the smell of Spring.”
