Yesterday was perfect. Our children slept till 7 (that is late for all you lucky empty nesters). We walked/biked/strollered around the neighborhood and didn't even need coats. In wonderful creative mom form, I turned the walk into a scavenger hunt and we spotted nature of all types along the way. Then my son practiced passing, as he begins his first soccer league in two weeks (the U5 3v3 league--how cute is that?). On to the backyard we went! There we tackled the two story playset my husband built out of sturdy 6x6's, swinging, climbing and playing with sand until afternoon encroached on our morning. But my son had plans for that, too. "Let's have a family meeting!" he exclaimed as we all gathered on the top level of the playset, testing the strength of my husband's workmanship. So we did, our first ever. And we planned a picnic, to be held that very day in that very spot. Without delay we scampered inside to pack our picnic basket--we went all out! Then back to the homemade play-yard with the homemade sandwiches we went. Tangerines, pear-apples, carrots, water & juice, and some sugar cookies for dessert. We dined, held our second family meeting (the topic, at my son's behest, was Bugs), and went inside for naptime.
Yesterday was February 21st. February. It snows in February. Instead of picnic baskets we could have been scraping ice off of our windshields as we dared to brave the cold for just one family outing in wintertime. But that wasn't yesterday. Yesterday was Spring.
So I ask you, in the midst of winter, what does a little Spring mean to you? I feel refreshed. It was a perfect day for my family. I don't know how confused my kids will be when the temperature plummets again this week, but I know we will be able to handle it. The briefest Spring pleasure will get me through the darkest winter.
And I think our mystery books are that way, too. We have to include a few light points to give our readers room to breathe, a place to laugh that will carry them through the most macabre chapters. What sort of Spring do you put in your writing? Romance? Comedy? New friendship? Discovery? Do you think this is important as a writer and as a reader?