My father was born on what was then considered to be the first day of spring on 3/21 in 1916. Even through the more modern date is the following day March 21 will always mark the beginning of the season for me. Daddy died in April many years ago. He loved spring; so it is comforting to know he got to enjoy some of it before he was hospitalized for the last time. My late mother-in-law was also born within a few days of the beginning of the season in 1930. When I think of Daddy and Lil I remember them as joyful people. Coincidence? Autumn used to be my favorite season, probably because of nostalgia around our trip “home” to Kentucky when I was 10 years old. On that trip northward I saw the first display of fall leaves in the mountains in my memory. Still, with each year I come around more to Daddy’s and Lil’s way of thinking about spring. Sure, we can have violent storms, but such is life. Look what we get in return!
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At least we have buttercups and hummingbirds
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My father was born on what was then considered to be the first day of spring on 3/21 in 1916. Even through the more modern date is the following day March 21 will always mark the beginning of the season for me. Daddy died in April many years ago. He loved spring; so it is comforting to know he got to enjoy some of it before he was hospitalized for the last time. My late mother-in-law was also born within a few days of the beginning of the season in 1930. When I think of Daddy and Lil I remember them as joyful people. Coincidence? Autumn used to be my favorite season, probably because of nostalgia around our trip “home” to Kentucky when I was 10 years old. On that trip northward I saw the first display of fall leaves in the mountains in my memory. Still, with each year I come around more to Daddy’s and Lil’s way of thinking about spring. Sure, we can have violent storms, but such is life. Look what we get in return!