Aloha shirts in varied colors hanging on a rack
“The spirit of the grasses’ joy makes fair
The winter fields …”
John Masefield

Once upon a time, where I used to work, we celebrated the official arrival of Spring every year with Hawaiian Shirt Day. This was in Chicago, so there was a good chance we’d be wearing our Hawaiian shirts to work under our anoraks. But it didn’t matter, because we knew we’d turned the corner. From here on in, every day was going to be a little longer, if not uniformly a little warmer, until one day not too long now all the trees in Grant Park would be in full flower, and then five minutes later it’d be the middle of summer.

We did not work without hope; like “even the grass,” we had our happy moments, and Hawaiian Shirt Day was one of them.