Day 146: O, to be in England

We step out the front door into a glorious springy morning.

YOUNGER: It smells like England!

DUCK-RABBIT [joyously, feeling caught up in a sudden burst of Browning-like nostalgia for British spring]: It must be a flower that grows here as well as in England!

YOUNGER: It smells like smoking.

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