Blog Posts tagged as: spring

Ten YA Books to Read to Celebrate Spring

Jessi

Blaine for the Win by Robbie Couch: High school junior Blaine Bowers has it all—the perfect boyfriend, a pretty sweet gig as a muralist for local Windy City businesses, a loving family, and awesome, talented friends. And he is absolutely, 100% positive that aforementioned perfect boyfriend—senior student council president and Mr. Popular of Wicker West High School, Joey—is going to invite Blaine to spend spring break with his family in beautiful, sunny Cabo San Lucas. Except Joey breaks up with him instead. In public. On their one-year anniversary. Because, according to Joey, Blaine is too…

Make Spring Fun with Brooklyn Public Library

Virginia

Let me get this out of the way first: spring is my least favorite season. I think it’s a tease. If it’s gray and frigid in the morning, you’ll be sweating through your work shirt and squinting in the sun by the afternoon. Sure, there are daffodils and magnolia trees—but are the buds really worth the sneeze sessions that come with them? Easter egg hunts were fun when we were kids, but now I contemplate lanternfly egg hunts, and spring is full of trepidation! But I don’t want to be the curmudgeon who wears turtlenecks until Memorial Day. I’d like to be the kind of person who delights in the…

Seasons

Lisa

Enjoy this seasonal poem by seventh grader Christopher Thayer.  Seasons by Christopher Thayer When the flakes as white as paper drizzle lightly on my palm, I wonder to myself when Summer will come. When I watch my breath float in the air, I wonder to myself when Summer will come. Just a few more months, I say to myself. When the new flowers in the yard start to bloom, I wonder to myself when Fall will come. When the bees fly from flower to flower, I wonder to myself when Fall will come. Just a few more months I say to myself. When I look at the windows splattered with rain, I wonder…

Spring Cleaning? Dust Yourself Off While You're At It!

LaCresha

"Botanical Drawing" by various brennemans
Are you feeling dusty? Yes, I said: dusty. When I say dusty, you might hear dull, muted, staid, or uninteresting, but when my southern grandmother calls you dusty, she means raggedy child, you have work to do. Now, she doesn’t necessarily mean this as a putdown, but rather as an invitation to pull yourself up and rise again. I believe that once we shake off the detritus of last spring—that wretched spring, we can live abundantly. If you overslept and forgot the first day of spring—perhaps still recovering…