This transition here in Northern BC is a gritty, dirty, mud-caked, flooded roads and yards....and it ain't pretty....far from it!! But the promise of budding leaves and spring flowers makes me endure this transition. We already have birds swooping and chirping and singing their excited songs....they too welcome spring.
So, I join their song with them and instead of complaining about this dirty town, I drive thru those puddles and streams running down the curbs and squeal as the water swoops from the wheel wells and spray up along the still unmelted snow banks.When I was a child I'd splash thru the puddles, wearing rubber boots and inevitably got many soakers. I was not allowed to get soakers (and consequently got into big trouble), but that didn't stop me...I have always celebrated spring....and if I was a little girl again, I'd still splash and squeal and celebrate :)