Happy March 1!
In Russia the first of March is celebrated as the first day of spring. And even though I have been here in the United States for almost twenty years (longer than I have lived back in the good old USSR), this is one of those traditions that stuck, I guess, because today my step has that extra spring in it.
I love all seasons. But since childhood, spring has been special. Back in Russia it meant shedding heavy coats at last, getting to stay out in the yard later, looking for podsnezhniki, or snowdrop flowers in the woods with my babushka. Spring meant teachers getting kinder. Spring meant suddenly noticing a cute boy in my class.
Today spring still holds a promise. Spring makes it okay to be glad, silly, exuberant. There is something about this season that speaks to the kid I still am.
So I’d like to take this occasion to wish you happy spring, dear friends and readers. May your life fill with birdsong, may it sprout with many new shoots.
love,
Katia
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About me
When I was a little girl, I wore a pioneer scarf around my neck and believed in communism.
I also secretly believed in magic mirrors. Even as a shy little Soviet girl, I dreamed that across the magic glass someplace there was another land, one of skyscrapers reaching into the clouds, and giant bridges of steel that hung from the sky.
I reached that land as a teen in 1993, when I stepped out of the JFK airport in New York City. I found my real home, met a man of my dreams, fell in love with the English language, moved into the Jersey suburbs, and got myself a beautiful, complicated American life.
After college I became a newspaper journalist and had quite an adventure chasing stories, keeping tabs on local officials, or just poking my nose everywhere it’d fit.
Now I stay home, raising my two very American kids, while writing novels for young adults, represented by Jessica Regel of Jean V Naggar Literary Agency.
And I still believe in magic mirrors.
I am pursuing an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults from the Vermont College of Fine Arts. My first novel, “Castle of Concrete,” will be published by Namelos.
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Beautiful and inspiring little paean to spring. Thanx!
Glad you found it so, Jim. Happy spring, once again!
“May your life fill with birdsong, may it sprout with many new shoots.”
And yours, also, dear Katia.
Thank you, my dear Joyce
Thank you! I love your thoughts on spring!
Thanks Barbara! To me noticing spring is just another way to celebrate being alive. (Though I have to say this weekend didn’t feel very spring-y, ha, not with the crazy wind here at the Jersey Shore.)
We don’t really have a spring here since it doesn’t get too cold where I am, but I loved spring in New York. Everything seemed to come alive. I remember the flowers growing in my building’s courtyard and the nearby park the most.
Yes, Medeia, that’s what I love about spring, everything coming alive, or well, at least awakening.