But these first days of spring are just dirty. The winter's worth of sand accumulates along the roads and sidewalks. Nothing is green yet, even the conifers seemed grey. As the roads collapse under the pressure of freezing and thawing, graveyards of hubcaps accumulate at strategic points on the highway. The melting snow reveals a season's worth of pet excrement which combines with whatever vegetation remained before the snowfall to provide a rotting counterpoint to the warming breezes.
I've long maintained that spring should be heralded by two solid days of warm, heavy, steady rain. Melt all the snow, wash all the sand and salt and muck off the streets. The grass will still be grey, but with a warm infusion, would start growing quickly, relieving the tedium.
But a dream, I suppose. We're likely to get a bit of snow this week, and seem to be in for a few more weeks of this dingy existence. I can only hold out the joys of blooms, birds, and warm weather to maintain hope.