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Finding Spring in Winter

posted by Susan Dominikovich on , ,


Yesterday was one of those dreamt-about days.  We woke up to a silver frost on the first day back to school, but clear blue skies promised that in a couple of hours, the sun was going to be high in the sky and oh so warm.  

Paul grudgingly left for work amidst hugs and "we'll miss you!" from all of us.  And I drove the kiddios to school, thoroughly enjoying the none-rush of the day, all of us working together to achieve the goal:  get to school without anyone having to grumble at anyone else. It was that sort of dawn after all.  I also enjoyed mingling in their classrooms and saying hello to various parents and children since I did not have to work.


My day was spent with a friend chatting in the sun on my swing, watching her two little boys play in the playground, get wet in a puddle of water, eat leaves.  And after she was gone I did a few chores and then returned to the swing in the sun with a book.  

2:45 rolled around very quickly and I decided to walk to get the kiddios from school.  Buster certainly appreciated it.  So did my muscles.  So did the children at school who flocked to Buster as if he were the much-anticipated ice cream truck.  Best-loved dog at St. Patrick's.  Practically a mascot.  Sam was excited for a few minutes but then as we started to walk, the naturally lazy part of him slumped and said, "why do we have to walk?!?"

Thinking on my feet I exclaimed, "it's an adventure.  We're going to try to find some spring on the way home.  Can't find spring in the car."

Sam was most unimpressed.  I'm afraid at 11 he's starting to develop the attitude of 15.  Rolling eyes and grunting type 15.  Never mind.

So by the time we got to Tawa Street (after playing girlie giggly games with a friend at the front gate of her house), we were a line of 5, either getting home determinedly (Mads), getting home despite being grumpy about it (Sam), looking for spring (Violet and I) or just getting home in her own sweet time (Abby).  The space between us grew as we walked, Abby pulling up the rear.  Violet and I chatted the whole time, as at first she was unsure what I meant by "looking for spring."

"But how will we know?"  she asked.

"We'll just know."

So we walked, and we talked and then we found spring.  A lovely garden starting to sprout.  Even a few irises and freesias already in bloom.

"Is that spring?"  Violet asked, Abby still far behind us.

"Yes Violet, that is spring."  She looked up and around and then she pointed out all the spring we could see in the camellias and magnolias around us.  Leaf buds on some trees too.  I promised we'd look for spring in our own garden when we got home (violets, daphne, our resident tui).  It was a glorious time in the sun together with my girl.

We got to the corner which leads to our driveway, and although it's not a busy street, I decided the prudent thing was to tell Violet to go ahead and cross while it was safe so I could wait for Abby.  I stood on the corner, arms on hip ready to give her my exasperated lecture about being so slow and not walking with us, missing out on a special time with mummy.  I noticed she was holding something in her hands.  As she got closer, I also saw that she was ear-to-ear smiling.  I swallowed the lecture back down into my gut of limited perspective.  When she was close enough, she held up what was in her hands:  a perfect white camellia bloom that had fallen from a tree.  Her little voice sang out,

"I found some spring!"  

In that moment, as I looked into her sparkling eyes and saw the warmth of her heart, I realised we had never lost spring in the first place. 


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