Stinky

Our kids were headed up to their tree house the other day to see if they could spot our kitty Gary (no he's not missing, they just wanted to find him NOW).   All of a sudden they ran over to Darrin and I in the backyard like there was a catastrophe:

Kids:  "You guys, it smells so BAD over by the tree house.  Come quick!"

Us (thinking that we live in the country and it could easily be a rotting animal corpse):  "Okay show us where it is."

Ben:  "It smell so gross, I can't even stand it!"

Lia:  "Yeah, it smells like fry oil!"  (Hmm, is this an indication that I have been using my new deep fryer too regularly?!?)

We walk over to the tree house and we look around, but it doesn't take us long to figure out what the kids are smelling.  Our Bradford Pear trees lining the driveway are in full bloom, and they look beautiful.

I love the smell of the blooming trees, but Ben was so disgusted he walked back into the house with his fingers pinching his nose.  So much for an appreciation of Spring!