The Softness of Spring

When Carter was in school spring Break was my favorite vacation. Being a set time of year with a defined start and stop made it a great time to go on vacation. Summer was harder, there was camp and other things going on so summer vacation was not as well defined.

I planned great spring breaks, going to new and different places with Carter. Then she went to college and my spring breaks ended. Now she is a grown up and the memories of spring breaks are so so far back.

I miss that defined vacation. Russ and I tend to just keep working and not plan vacations the way we did when the school calendar dictated them.

It never failed that when we did go on spring break we would miss the most beautiful weather in Durham. We would curse that the forsythia would come and go the ten days we were away. Or that it would be 45 degrees the day we left and 70 the days after, but as soon as we got home it would go back to 45.

With spring break at home now I am enjoying the blooming of the forsythia and the first 80 degree day of spring. It is beautiful all week. The air is soft and the brightness of the new growth green is everywhere.

I may have loved spring breaks away, but it is hard to beat spring here in Durham. It will be short lived. The fleeting nature of spring in the south makes each perfect day more precious. I’m so glad to have it today. My soul needs a soft warm green day full of hope.