
When my kids were little, spring felt like freedom. After a long winter, we just wanted to be outside. We didn’t have a big plan. We didn’t buy special supplies. We went to the forest, to the park, sometimes just outside our building. And somehow, those simple afternoons became some of our favorite memories. We collected pinecones and small stones. We built tiny “houses” from sticks. We made pictures on the ground from leaves and branches. Sometimes we just raced to the biggest tree and laughed the whole way. Spring doesn’t need to be complicated. It just needs space.












