blossoms2Pink, white, and shades in between. The return of spring. It never fails. No matter what we know about climate change, she perseveres. And yet, in the back of my mind, I worry: Has spring come too early? What about the drought? Will we get enough rain?

“The whole world is opening up,” my daughter chirps from the back seat. We’re on our way to school. It’s raining again. At this rate the roses in our backyard will never get pruned. And yet I’m extremely grateful. California needs water.

My daughter doesn’t trouble herself about drought or the amount of rainfall. Not when there are blossoms to see, milkmaid flowers on the hillside to point out. There are moments when she’s very concerned about the polar bears, their melting homes, and the rising sea level. But this morning Spring is a happening of its own.

She is eight about to turn nine. In Waldorf education, they call this time the “nine-year change.” It’s the developmental phase when children realize they’re mortal and separate. The time fairies and gnomes and Santa gather for a final celebration. Then they’re gone, replaced by logic, reason, and a real sense of being alone. It is not bad phase just a necessary one.

My daughter isn’t quite there yet. The magic of early childhood still holds her in its hand–like a dandelion fluff waiting to be sent out into the world.

When I ask if she has any ideas for blog posts this week, she says, “Write about our neighborhood. Write about Jake (our cat). Write about…I know! Spring.”    

“How about this,” she says excitedly. “The woman in the sky is folding up her yellow wool sweater and putting it away.” I see her in my rearview mirror, smiling at her own brilliance. “Write that, Mom.”   

Ah, time. If only we had the power to stop the clock. But then we wouldn’t have blossoms, or yellow sweaters to put away, or nine-year-old birthdays to celebrate.



  1. ML said

    very cool thanks for sharing!

  2. This is beautiful. Enjoy the spring!

  3. Marianne Gates said

    You are so talented. And so is your daughter.

  4. Maria said

    I like it. I feel the same conflict you do – worry about the drought but anxious to plant my tomato seeds. Michael, Logan’s Daddy, said the other evening, “it is almost daylight savings time.” There is a bright side to getting older. Seasons go by so fast summer is almost always right around the corner! Thanks for sharing Lily’s thoughts. That was a beautiful and somehow very comforting image.

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