Enjoying spring fever
Spring arrived early this year for my daughter and me.
Here in Charlotte, we ditched coats several weeks ago in favor of sweatshirts and shawls, and many days recently we have pulled on short sleeves and sandals. I’ve already turned off the heat, we’re sleeping with some open windows and trees are blooming everywhere. To be honest, we’re both a bit giddy about the pleasant weather. It wasn’t quite like this during the month of March when we lived in the Washington, D.C. area.
We moved to North Carolina last fall. I returned after 20 years away; my 15-year-old daughter is adjusting to life in a new hometown and to high school. The comfortable weather is easing the transition.
Here is how Mark Twain described the joy of spring:
It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
Springtime will be especially delicious this year after the unusually brutal winter. Enjoy.
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I am a member of the Sandwich Generation, a Baby Boomer raising a teenage daughter and dealing with the needs of an aging mother. I am a veteran journalist, having worked for more than three decades as a reporter and editor. Mostly recently, I was an editor with the Metro section of The Washington Post.
