If you were anywhere near children today, you could smell the high scent of Sugar. It blotted out the frankincense, the perfumes of ladies. The fat raindrops and spring winds could not quell the scent of sugar as the children waved their sticky hands through church services and family dinners. The children will smell of it until their parents and grandparents wash it away with tonight’s bath. The Scent of Sugar will end then, but not the sweetness of Easter. That goes on.