A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze,
And acres of ground away from trees,
And one hundred yards of clean, strong string —
O boy, O boy! I call that Spring!
We introduced our kids to the movie Mary Poppins a few weeks ago, and ever since they’ve been going around the house singing “Let’s Go Fly a Kite,” which is a very appropriate song for the beginning of spring. We’ve been watching our yard and neighborhood for signs of spring this month and we have not been disappointed.
As March began, the branches of trees all over the neighborhood blossomed in bright white flowers. The breeze rushing through the trees caught white petals in its breath and all month we’ve seen white petals floating down to the ground. My California born and bred kids exclaim, “Snow!”
With the warmer weather (and the returned health after a few months of flu season ravaging through the household), Terrace Hill Academy students can be seen riding bikes, taking walks, climbing the apple tree, drawing with chalk, searching for flowers, and painting outside.
The second week of March we found a few poppies in our yard and observed first hand nyctinasty (new word for us!)- the blooms fold up (“like a carrot,” my kids say) at night and open up to the sun in the morning. Princess K was pretty fascinated by this as we observed the flowers day and evening after day and evening. This was also the week we started seeing a few leaves on our grape vine. The kids found a little ladybug, decided to keep it as a pet and called it Curly, drew it in their nature journals and then lost it. (It reminded me of A.A. Milne’s poem Forgiven.)
At the beginning of March, all that could be seen of our apple tree (we’ve been observing all year) was dry brown branches. Today, March 25th, when we went to examine our tree, we found a few buds and a blossom! It was exciting.
Our roses are in bloom again, the breezes are fragrant, the rain is sporadic, the kids are barefoot, all the world is in color. Oh boy, oh boy, I call that spring!
A Sure Sign
When you see upon the walk
Circles newly made of chalk,
And around them all the day
Little boys in eager play
Rolling marbles, agates fine,
Banded, polished, red as wine,
Marbles crystal as the dew,
Each with rainbows twisted through,
Marbles gay in painted clay,
Flashing, twinkling in your way,
When the walk has blossomed so,
Surely every one must know
None need wonder who has heard
Robin, wren, or Peter-bird;
Sure the sign as song or wing,
It is spring!