There’s nothing quite like the scent of the air when you walk out your door on an early spring morning. There’s just something different. The sharpness of winter is gone, replaced by something sweet and welcoming. The ability to recognize the scent of spring is a primal experience all of us experience collectively. Spring is also the time I, as a professional horticulturist, am “living on light.” The delight of seeing fresh new growth coming up from the ground and tiny leaves unfurling from trees is enough to sustain me as I go about my long workday. Spring may be…
