OK, no more snide remarks about Russian spring. For, even though it’s not quite like other springs I’ve known, the sun is out, I’ve heard some birds chirping, and it’s above freezing, at least for a few hours a day. That’s right folks!

Plus, there’s starting to be mud everywhere rather than just ordinary dirt. Mud is something I can relate to. At my college in rural Massachusetts, with its unpaved roads, we had tons of mud every spring. We called it mud season. And all of us little hippie kids would stop being depressed, and we would and go outside and frolic and do lots of what teenagers do best. :-) Yes, this is the true meaning of spring.