“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” 

The morning is pretty. It is already warm at 72˚. I’ve opened windows. I love the smell of the morning air and the songs of the birds. The breeze is sometimes strong. It moves the tall oak branches sending the leaves waving rhythmically back and forth. They need their own song.

My leg still hurts. I am so tired of this. I’m beginning to bemoan my fate. I even whine out loud. The dogs have stopped listening. They are both having their morning naps.

When I was a kid, I loved this time of year. Heavy clothes were finally stored away until next winter. I got to wear my spring jacket. I skipped to school on sidewalks shadowed by the tree branches hanging over the walk, branches filled with leaves. Sometimes we’d jump from shadow to shadow in a game of sidewalk hopscotch, a game we made up with ever chasing rules. The school yard was loud. We didn’t need to huddle in groups to keep warm. We hated when the nun rang the bell, and we had to line up in twos by classes to walk into the building. It was a long time until recess.

Finally the day got longer and the streetlights came on later so we got to play outside almost until supper time. We played games like red light, green light, red rover and hide and seek. Sometimes we drew hopscotch on the sidewalk then went looking for the perfect rock before we played. It had to be flat. Once the streetlight came on, it took only a minute or two for us to run inside. If we waited even the shortest time, my mother yelled out the door for us. The other mothers did the same.

Supper seldom varied, only the vegetable changed. We’d have potatoes, usually mashed, and meat, often ground beef. I liked peas but not many other veggies. I’ve mentioned before how my mother often mixed carrots in with the potatoes. We were never the wiser despite the orange flecks in the potatoes. I think my mother must have explained them away and we believed her. Mothers didn’t lie!

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2 Comments on ““Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” ”

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    When I was a kid here in Dallas, school was already over for the summer. Without AC, (Air Conditioning) early June was like an oven. Even today the high temperature is 95° and tomorrow’s high temperature might break the century mark. When I moved to NYC, the school year went until June 28th because it didn’t get so hot and we got a two week spring break.

    I can understand your frustration with your healing. As we age their are a lot of things we can’t recover from like we did when we were kids.

    I remember playing all of those kid games and not wanting to come in until the sun went down. I don’t understand how we put up with the excruciating heat, but we did.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      Here, school doesn’t end until mid to late June as it doesn’t start until after Labor Day. Attempts to start later always fail as merchants and the like want kids to work until the tourists last big weekend, Labor Day. We haven’t gotten warmer than 74˚ as yet, and that is warm for here and now.

      Today wasn’t a good day with my leg and foot. keeping it elevated does help but putting it back down hurts like hell.

      I don’t remember being hot when I was a kid, even in the dog days of August, the hottest summer month here.


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