Spring in Boston
When Spring finally comes to Boston, I fall in love with this city all over again. The sun shining on the Charles River, the Public Gardens bustling with people, and quaint brick buildings displaying colorful window boxes. Yet, the other six months of winter can be very long. Gray skies, snow, and cold temperatures are the norm. How I miss the sunshine!
This winter was easier than last winter. It helped actually having snow days. The blizzards came during the perfect time of my pregnancy. I had no idea how exhausting the first trimester of pregnancy could be.
However, when March is still filled with cold weather and gray skies, you yearn for spring. At the first signs of spring, the city becomes alive again.
We spent one recent sunny afternoon in the Boston Commons. As I laid on a colorful blanket with my husband, book in hand, I couldn’t help but delight in spring. Dogs barking. Kids running. Adults playing soccer. Friends talking. Fresh life. Sunshine. Color returning.
After many long months at the gym, I felt alive and free as I ran along the Charles River this week. Picturesque sailboats and strong rowing teams dotting the blue water. Children’s laughter drifting from playgrounds. Runners, walkers, and cyclists filling the trail. People soaking in the sunshine on the docks.
During our walk to recess, my students and I watch the trees and flowers start to blossom and bloom. We stop and stare at the first buds. We exclaim over the beauty of the flower blossoms. Window boxes are filled with spring flowers.
The Public Gardens are filled with people and children. Sitting on benches, laying in the grass, enjoying spring. The Weeping Willow Trees are full of color as they sway gently in the breeze over the pond.
Soon the trees will have the glorious bright color of spring covering their branches again.
New life. God knows how much we need it!
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:18-19
What are your favorite signs of Spring?