I love spring break; I need spring break. In education we make it through first semester with a couple three day weekends and usually a five day weekend at Thanksgiving. But it has to be because we are not trapped in our houses or trapped inside for indoor recess too many days before winter break. Those of us north of the Ohio River (north of Oklahoma?) understand; winter weather doesn’t seem to hit until winter break/January. But after being trapped inside for so many days in January and February, a week off in March is most needed.
I have always lived in places with essentially four seasons. My parents insist that Buffalo, New York (where I lived through elementary school) didn’t have a true spring; the weather seemed to skip spring because the snow and ice were on the ground so long. But there was a transition between winter and summer.
Growing up in St. Louis, I remember incredibly long summers. Hot, humid, sticky summers that lasted way too long. But, again, there were four distinct seasons.
So for spring break, most years, we try to skip that transition stage by vacationing in Florida. For me, it’s summer weather right now. I’m in shorts and sunscreen hanging out at the ballpark and the beach. There are no seasons here. I cannot imagine Christmas without at least the possibility of snow on the ground. And leading up to that leaves that blaze orange and yellow and red in Fall. And after winter, I cannot imagine not feeling the joy of seeing new buds on the trees and the crocuses and daffodils peeking through the soil.
My students understand the symbolism of the four seasons because we love it year after year.