Spring is white for the sky on an April afternoon: a vibrant blue above our heads that fades to a periwinkle near the treetops and becomes a vibrant, vital white against the curves of the hills.
Spring is white for the wildflowers in the woods, especially daisies, toadflax, and Queen Anne’s lace. It’s for watching the dainty white petals flutter to the ground as you tear them off the center, one by one, or in bunches. Avoid giving your mother a bundle of poison hemlock, though.
Spring is white for tidiness: the feeling of a fresh start as muddy snow and soot-gray skies give way. Summer break doesn’t feel so far now, and spring break is even closer, but take advantage of the extended daylight. It’s never too late to start anew.
