It was too quiet. Spring at Wofford College — the green of the grass, the pink of the trees, the golden haze of sunshine and pollen — is usually the backdrop to so much energy and so many events. Not this year. Just as the campus was beginning to explode with color, students were leaving because of COVID-19. In the unfamiliar stillness, Mark Olencki ’75 began cataloging the still spring.

By Mark Olencki ’75 and Jo Ann Mitchell Brasington ’89