Some people know that Spring has arrived when the flowers bloom, or the trees begin to bud. Others mark the change of season by their schedules: the kids’ Spring break, baseball’s opening day, or when the lawn service shows up to cut the grass. But personally, I know it’s Spring when my Spring allergies arrive. And today was that day.
I was spending the morning in my usual way, walking down the street with a shelter dog, just doing my normal Monday morning volunteer routine. All was well until I suddenly began sneezing, loudly and repeatedly. Then my nose started running, and I realized that I’d left all my tissues in my purse, which was locked in the trunk of my car. “Well,” I thought, “apparently Spring has sprung.”
Despite suffering from seasonal allergies, I really do love Spring. I love watching the dormant plants coming back to life, and how the sunlight lingers a little bit longer with each passing day. Soon it will be time to put our patio furniture back out and to have the option of cooking (and eating) our dinners outside again. And as weird as it sounds, I even love Spring cleaning. Not the actual work, or course, but the chance it offers to get rid of the extra clutter and make our house look fresh and new again.
I also like the way Spring evokes happy memories of my childhood, like going to bed on a warm evening with the windows open, feeling the cool breeze and being lulled to sleep by the sounds of crickets chirping. When I was a kid, Spring meant getting to stay up a little bit later, playing outside a little bit longer, and in general just being able to have a bit more fun. I also knew that Summer was just around the corner, which meant the school year would soon be over and the swimming pools would soon be open. Not the mention the annual arrival of the beloved ice cream truck….. There’s a lot to love about Spring, from a child’s point of view.
So even though it’s time for me to head to the store and stock up on tissues and antihistamines, I’m a happy camper. Yes, I know I’ll suffer from the occasional sore throat (gotta love post-nasal drip), and that if I’m standing near strangers when my allergy symptoms are overpowering my allergy meds, I’ll watch them discreetly take a couple of steps away. (Thank you, recent Covid pandemic.) And I know that the warmer temperatures mean the eventual return of mosquitoes, flies, and weeds.
But I don’t care. Spring is here, in all its glory, and I’m glad. Happy Spring, Everyone!