I broke laws to take this

I walked past this tree in the forest the other evening. The land belongs to a few theoretical farmers - I've never seen them - whose yellow "No Trespassing" signs make them seem way crotchety. The paths run through a fairly lovely middle-aged forest, only sparsely interrupted with cornfields. This tree smelled wonderful. It was sort of, um, bridal. There's no less awkward or more suitable word for it. There was a time when I'd've seen a tree in bloom like this and instantly gone to write something maudlin about it. But now I think that there are simpler and better ways to approach it.