Spring smells, well...like spring

 Sylvia and I have emerged from our winter slumber to explore the land laid bare by the melted snow. Tiny sprouts of green grass have poked their way up through sodden brown tufts toward the sunlight and flowers have stretched their leaves, one or two unfurling from tight buds against a still cool breeze.
Sylvia is taking stock of all that is happening around her, stopping for long sniffs along the road. 

The other day, we trecked out to Pemaquid beach in search of some dry seaweed for the garden. Letting out noses lead the way, we met some friendly dogs. Fortunately for us, we were in good company. We were all disobeying the "no pets" rule, but at this early date in the season, no one seemed to mind. Sylvia and I picked up after ourselves before leaving. It was a worthwhile trip, full of great sniffs and sights.

Sylvia explored the not-quite bustling Main Street at this cool, quiet time before the real warm weather hits. Soon this street will be crowded with pedestrians and bumper to bumper traffic. Down the road, wherever we end up, Sylvia and I will throw ourselves right in the center, our noses at the ready.