Well, spring will be here in less than a week.
I wish I could say I love all seasons equally, but, deep down, spring is my favorite because it reminds me that new life is here.
Whether you are spiritual and the thought of Jesus Christ coming back to life, or if you are a nature lover enjoying the new spring flowers popping up everywhere, or if you are a farmer waiting, itching to get in that tiller or planter and get this year’s crops in the ground and growing, spring is a magical time of year.
We celebrate spring break from school, we chase after eggs left by bunnies (we need to discuss this with science teachers, by the way), we attend church for our annual guilt visit, and we celebrate moms.
See? Spring is a great time of year.
But there’s something missing, actually several things.
My children, who are age 16 to 28, have never needed to wear a windbreaker, nor do I think they know what one was. I loved my brand-new shiny pink windbreaker come spring.
Having an early March birthday meant that was a guaranteed present.
If it wasn’t pink satin, it was something more practical, like a simple blue one and the hood rolled up into the collar area and could be zipped away.
It’s as if kids don’t need windbreakers today. They go straight from winter coat to no coat.
I wonder if they know what they are missing, seriously? A bright pink satin jacket, what could be cooler than that?
I’ve also missed the site of kites.
I see a few displays in the stores, one or two here or there in the sky, but spring used to mean kite season.
They were everywhere in every size shape and creature. I always got a girly one in my Easter basket, but if I’m honest, I wanted a big bad dragon one. We spent hours getting them up in the air, watching them nose bomb into the yard. My memory says it was a lot of fun, but my kids look at me like I’m crazy.
Of course, this was a time when kids went out and played all day because who wanted to be cooped up in the house?
I can’t run well anymore, but I think I may buy a kite and see if I can get it up in the air, just for the fun of it. Spring also meant long bike rides with my mother to hunt for wildflowers.
There were plants she called by names I’ve since found out weren’t accurate but they were to her; she’d had a love of wildflowers since she was a child on the farm, one she passed on to me.
We picked Sweet Williams, Bloody Noses, Bluebells, Jack in the Pulpit, Jacobs ladder, and violets to name a few.
I went out into the wooded area last year where she and I always picked them. Some were still there, many were not.
I did bring home two bouquets of what she called Sweet Williams, one for my house, the other for her headstone. They make the whole house smell fresh until the lilacs started blooming, which she was smart enough to plant outside the windows so we could smell them everywhere when we opened the windows. For those who are wondering what they are, they are blue phlox.
I’m not sure where her name for them came from.
So spring is almost here, robins have been spotted since February. Farmers may get in the ground a bit sooner, but there still won’t be a group of girls gossiping in their pink satin jackets at the middle school.
Welcome back, spring, I’ve missed you!
• Heidi Litchfield is the senior news writer for the Morris Herald-News. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.