The snow won't go away for months yet, and many of the lakes and streams are still choked with ice, but the seasons are changing and I, for one, will welcome the change. I like spring. It reminds me of being a kid. Spring is rain, so spring is mud. I've had some great times over the years playing in spring mud.
Spring is about driving around with the windows rolled down.
It's about wearing a T-shirt and shorts, even though it's really too cold for that sort of nonsense. For me, spring's always been the time when the canyon country of Southern Utah beckons with an irresistible call. The days are getting longer and warmer, the flowers are beginning to bloom, the leaves are filling out on cottonwood trees. I'm not alone. Like the swallows returning to Capistrano, spring is when the mountain bikers and the ATV riders return to Moab.