When I was a little girl, I knew it was spring when I no longer had to wear my snow pants and red rubber boots or brown rubbers. It felt glorious! Soon, I knew, I would see the robins returning.
Every other Easter, I would get a new spring coat and a straw hat for church. I usually chose a hat with a red band and with red ribbons hanging down the back.
Most Easters, all the spring flowering bulbs were blooming. In our tiny yard, we had tulips of all colors, sweet fragrant hyacinths of white, blue, and pink, bright yellow daffodils, white narcissus with yellow centers, and tiny grape hyacinths. After the drabness of winter, the display of rainbow colors took my breath away.
On Easter Sunday, my father would take pictures of my mother and me in our Easter outfits. If it was a warm day, my cat, Blackie, would sit out on the step and have her picture taken, too!
Even in my old age, each spring still offers me renewal, rebirth, and Hope. I wish the same for you.
—Bernadette R. Gentry