When I think of spring, I think of flowers. Even though California doesn’t have too many opportunities to see such great beauty, it was nice to have spent various springs going to the Flower Fields in Carlsbad.
Spring is probably my least favorite season, only because it lacks any distinctive holidays or memories growing up. There was always spring break growing up, but that was too short to be forever enshrined in my head.
Easter is probably the “springiest” of holidays. But considering it’s not celebrated in the Tran family household, it is a distinct afterthought.
I think seasons are much more distinguishable in other states, but Spring kind of just segways from winter to summer without too much of temperature changes. I remember going to a Cherry Blossom festival in Huntington beach and being mostly disappointed by the lack of pink blossoms.
I also hate daylight savings time, and losing an hour of sleep is traumatizing enough.
