March 22, 2018

Spring Has Sprung, The Grass Is Ris

It’s the last morning of school before spring break.  For our preschool families, spring break has already started. 

While our friends on the East Coast have been hit by deep snow from their fourth nor’easter in the last three weeks, it sure feels like summer is on its way here in Boulder.

The clocks have sprung forward, the days are already longer, and we have felt the warmth of the late March sun on our faces.

I love this time of year.  For students and teachers and I’m sure parents alike, we’re ready for a few days away from school, a time to recharge.  For some, a time to get in a few last runs on the slopes or to make a quick getaway to the beach.  For others, a time to walk in the neighborhood and notice the crocuses already blooming and the tulips on their way.

Back when I was a wee lad in England, at the first sign of spring’s flowers, my South African father invariably repeated these lines, an anonymously penned English poem:

Spring has sprung, the grass is ris,  
I wonder where the boidies is  
The boid is on the wing,  
But that’s absoid  
From what I hoid  
The wing is on the boid!

The “boids”, of course, are the birds and the poem, for me, is synonymous with the season.

Spring. A time of fresh beginnings, new hope, and warmer times ahead.

At Friends School, as we celebrate our 30th Anniversary this year and look back at all the ways the school has changed over time, we are grateful.  And we are stronger for all who have been part of our history and all who are part of our present.

Change. New energy. Springtime. Part of who we are.

I wish all of our families, and all readers of this column, a delightful spring break. I hope you find the boids. May you return to school refreshed, recharged, and ready for spring. 

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