Chapter 4-Lovely Spring

The flowers haven't come up yet, my dear, but they will. 

My favorites have always been roses, but lately I'm fond of sweet peas. Their sweet scent wafts through the air like grandmother's favorite perfume. I remember, still, my grandmother's perfume-a lovely mix of fresh laundry and fresh air. 

Spring has come again, with winter finally fading like the villain in an old play. Bound to come again some day, but in no hurry to do so. Spring, on the other hand, has risen like the triumphant hero in his youth, ready to spread joy and love to others. 

Like spring, I'm ready and still in my prime. I intend to answer the call to adventure. 

The words I used were: adventure, spring, flowers, laundry, winter, and hero. Use them yourselves if you'd like. :)