Memories of Spring
by Emily Lang
Spring has always been my favorite season. As I write this, I’m on my back porch, watching a blue jay take a bath in our fountain and enjoying a cool breeze and warm sunshine. For me, this is a season that never lasts long enough.
All too soon, we’ll wake up to a day of inclement weather or stifling heat violating the sanctity of our back porches and ushering us inside as a measure of safety and common sense.
Easter, a springtime holiday, ranks up there for me in terms of favorite holidays. I was born a few years ago on a peaceful Palm Sunday morning so in terms of religious observances, that one always feels a little extra special to me. Sure, I wasn’t ushered into the world in a parade of palms, but I do know how to fold and twist palm leaves into little crosses, so there’s that. The reverence of it all and the beauty of a Palm Sunday service always brings me peace.
I have a favorite sport too, and it’s a spring thing. My dad, who is one of five brothers, grew up in a house where baseball was always on, and neighborhood games ala Sandlot were an everyday occurrence. Even as dad and his brothers had kids, the game kept going, and when the next generation was old enough to join the game, we did.
