I love spring. I love seeing all of the plant life wake up after their long sleepy winter. When I see the leaves bud on the trees and the daffodils popping through the ground they provoke memories of my childhood.
The spring brought with it daylight savings time so I could play outside after dinner. All of us kids in the neighborhood would play hide and seek until it was time for bath and bed. We usually fell asleep right away from all of the running around and fresh air.
Spring also brought Easter one of my favorite holidays. We went to Mass in the morning, meeting my aunt and uncle and cousins, then to my grandmother’s for brunch. My dad did the cooking for everyone. Then my dad and uncle would take all of us kids to the cemetery to put flowers on my grandfather’s grave. My mother, grandmother, and aunt would stay home saying they had to clean up after brunch. When we got back, there was an Easter egg hunt. What fun. I loved those family days.
When I got married and had a family, the Easter celebration moved to my home. My kids got to have the same kind of memories that I have from my childhood. It warms my heart when my three kids are together and they start talking about the family times from when they were young.
I sigh as I look out my window, I see the grass turning green, the forsythia is blooming and the sun is brightly shining in the most beautiful Carolina Blue sky.
I have always loved this time of year. The leaves begin to change to the beautiful colors of autumn. Earth tones are my favorite. I decorate with them. I wear them. I don’t think there is anything richer than those earth tones of fall.
I can remember sitting in my family room watching the different colored leaves float to the ground. The golds, rusts, maroons, purples, and greens. What a beautiful blanket they made on my lawn.
I have fond memories of raking leaves with my kids just so they could jump into the pile and start all over again. I was always ready for fall after the hot summer. It was like a breath of fresh air to me. The only complaint I have about fall is that it ends into winter. Brrr! I am not a fan of the cold weather.
Several years ago we moved down south to coastal North Carolina. Where we are there isn’t much fall foliage. That is the only thing I miss. Pennsylvania has some awesome color this time of year. For me to see anything like it I would have to go to the western part of North Carolina. I choose not to travel out there so I will just have to be happy with looking at the pictures online.
I have been going through all of the school papers I kept from when my kids were in school. I found one project from my son. It is a beautiful maroon leaf that is pressed between two pieces of plastic. It made me smile. I loved all of those little handmade projects my kids made for gifts for me.
My youngest is 34 years old now. It’s time I let these things go. I have asked them if they want them back, but they just look at me like I am crazy. Apparently, I don’t have a sentimental one in the bunch. They have all commented that they can’t believe I moved down here with all of it. Let’s just see how they are with their children’s handmade gifts.
It’s true, holding onto things is really silly. Memories are not kept in things, but in our hearts.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sailaway from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain