If by “spring” your own personal definition means the snow has melted, then spring has arrived on Roundtop Mtn. If by spring you mean the presence of green, growing things, well, that’s not here yet.
For me, the definition of spring means rain, which by extension leads to mud and also fog. I have all three this morning, so I am forced to announce that spring is here.
As a rule, the weather of spring is not among my favorite things, seeing as spring’s highly-aid press agent waxes poetic about blooming wildflowers, baby bunnies and warm sunny days, convincing most people to forget about the rain and mud. I am not so easily taken in by the frippery of words about spring, because it’s hard to ignore the reality of rain and mud.
I think it’s easier for suburbanites to imagine the dewy days of spring when they step right from the house to the garage and never set foot on mud or even get their umbrellas wet. City dwellers probably don’t even see enough weather to notice either mud or rain.
Now if spring came anywhere close to matching its dreamy, life-affirming hype, I probably would like it, or at least like it better. Since spring doesn’t match the hype, I’m going to ignore it for a while longer yet.