Every year spring officially starts for me with the daffodils blooming. There is still a chill in the air when the crocus and hyacinths first peek out of the ground. It’s like they are hinting that there is more to come. A few warm days in a row bring the magnolia blooms. And then come the daffodils. It’s a sign that the days are getting longer, the windows can stay open and everyone’s mood lifts just a little. Every year I eagerly wait and check the arboretum’s bloom report for their peak time. And then I drag my kids out to romp in the fields of yellow and white flowers. It’s become a family tradition now after five years. My son would much rather be playing street hockey or basketball on the driveway, but on this one day he puts all that on hold to please his mom. Thankfully, my kindergartner still loves running and leaping through the fields taking great pleasure in trying not to step on any blooms. To her, it’s still a great game. I’ll take it. Welcome back spring!