When spring arrives, I am reminded of childhood visits to England. There were festivals to attend, loads of trails to hike, endless amounts of touring to do; things that American kids did with their mothers while their fathers attended university conferences.
Each spring, we’d venture across the country, site seeing, doing all those wonderful touristy sort of adventures that you’re supposed to do while on holiday. And each time we went out on our adventures, we made sure to catch a running of Midsummer. Perhaps it was the costumes or the authentic British accents, but since that time, when winter starts to thaw from the ground and the flowers bloom back bright and vibrant, I feel compelled to reread Midsummer.
My mother used to say it was the fairy influence-those meddlesome folk that got enjoyment from young lovers falling in and out of love, but now, as an adult, springtime means Puck and Oberon and the mischief they seem compelled to make.
-Debbie Conners, Guest Contributor