Happy Hump Day, fellow writers!
Here is today’s prompt:
In a sentence, describe the smell of spring.
In a word, the sound of winter.
In a line of a limerick, the feel of fall.
In five words, the taste of summer.
Freshly mowed grass, the perfume of freshly bloomed flowers, and the stench of Bradford Pear trees permeate the air.
It’s neither hot nor chilly.
Watermelon. Popsicle’s. Lemonade. Snow cones.