While pulling up some offending mint, I felt a softness in the air. That warm breeze that brings with it promises of warmer weather and a sweetness previously missing. I was instantly transported back to my youth and similar days of idyllic weather. Yellow jessamine days, that's what these are. There was a large vine of it in the woods behind my childhood home. It twined around a fallen tree making it just the right height to sniff and steal a tendril or two. Days like today would send me running to check for the yellow trumpeted blooms.
Lacking a my own vine, you can bet I'll be scanning the treetops along the byways in my travels. There has to be some yellow jasmine blooming out there somewhere. I can feel it in the air.