Long winters make for such marvelous springs!

Spring is three branches of wild forsythia stolen over three days from the side of the road.

The sun already high in the sky and rude awakenings at eight in the morning.

A long run through the vineyards with Val and two thousand friends.

Short sleeved shirts and white skin.

Thoughts of beaches and bathing suits and road trips south.

Last chance trips to the slopes and slushy afternoon snow.

Café frappés.

Inappropriately exposed legs and goosebumps.

Brainstorming summer job opportunities.

Promises to come home in June.

Reluctance to leave “home” in June.

The arrival of new primary-school vocabulary: “It’s hot!”


Flowers at the marketplace and our gypsy group playing the accordion to the tune of “Amélie Poulain.”

Parisian-style terraces emerging from hibernation on every corner.

Seven-month contracts coming to a quick end.

Hope in the air, in new life, in new opportunities, in the unknown.

Spring is hope.


Les longs hivers font des printemps merveilleux !


Le printemps c’est trois branches de forsythia sauvage volées sur le bord de la route une par une trois jours de suite.

Le soleil déjà haut dans le ciel qui te réveille violemment à huit heures du matin.

Une longue course dans les vignes avec Val et deux milles amis.

Des chemises à manches courtes et de la peau blanche.

Des envies de plages, de maillots de bains et d’escapades dans le sud.

Un week-end au ski « dernière chance » sur la neige fondue de l’après-midi.

Les cafés frappés.

L’exposition prématurée des jambes et de la chair de poule.

Les réflexions sur les propositions de job d’été.

La promesse de rentrer chez moi en juin.

La réticence à quitter mon « chez moi » en juin.

L’arrivée de nouveau vocabulaire à l’école primaire : « il fait chaud ! »

Les lunettes de soleil.

Les fleurs sur la place du marché et notre groupe de gitans jouant l’air d’Amélie Poulain à l’accordéon.

Les terrasses à la parisienne sortant de leur hibernation à chaque coin de rue.

Un contrat de sept mois tirant vite à sa fin.

L’espoir dans l’air, dans une vie nouvelle, dans de nouvelles opportunités, dans l’inconnu.

Le printemps c’est l’espoir.

Val and I with our race "medals" -- 10th Edition Semi-Marathon Nuits-Saint-Georges Burgundy Red


Filed under Dijon, Gratitude, Home, Inspiration, Teaching

4 responses to “Long winters make for such marvelous springs!

  1. Deirdre

    Spring is wonderful!!!

  2. Katie

    I have to leave my house at 1.30pm to tutor on Wednesday afternoons and I always find that by 1.20pm I have had my shower, done my hair, eaten my lunch, checked over my lesson plan, packed my bag and so I’m always at a loss as to what to do for the next 10 minutes. But recently you have been posting your blog on facebook at about the same time on the same day so thank you to your blog for always filling me with an interesting thought to accompanying my walk to tutoring.

  3. Donna

    Dear Emily:
    Your post made me smile. Here in RI still snowing and grey skies. Spring has arrived on the calendar but not by the air temperature nor arrival of the sun. I look forward to having coffee on the patio, hearing the birds sing, and the sun shining on my face as I drive to my office. Spring brings hope for new beginnings.

    Take care and be safe and happy,

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