For some people, spring is a generally a season of gradual green; a time of gentle rains, daffodils and dogwood blooms.
Coloradoans, on the other hand, enjoy a slightly more dramatic experience. For example: just 46 hours ago it was 67 degrees Fahrenheit (20C); warm enough to put on flip-flops and have the windows open. Now it's 27F/-3C. The windows are iced over. Out come the snow boots.
It's the time of year where we have conversations like this:
CHAD: Augh! Why is the car's air conditioning on? It's freezing!
ME: I forgot to switch it off yesterday.
CHAD: Ah, yesterday. Okay.
ME: (urgently) Don't forget your coat and hat.
CHAD: Already got 'em.
ME: What about the ice scraper?
(The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and there's not a cloud in the sky.)
So even though we got over a foot of snow last night, I'm already planning to work in the garden tomorrow. It's spring, after all, and by then it will have all melted away.