Well. It's like someone tapped Spring on the shoulder and said, "Uh, didn't you have a job to do here?"
And Spring was like, "Oh yeah! Sorry! I got distracted by a Polar Vortex," and she quickly changed her gown and waved her magick hawthorne stick and the clouds parted and the sun came out and shone with a warm and mellow glow and all the buds remembered they were supposed to be swelling and the peas popped up out of the ground and the birds all began to mate in midair and talk about it and Spring smiled benevolently over all.
Which is to say it's gorgeous and I need to take the trash and go for a walk and for no reason whatsoever I am feeling grouchy and a little anxious and the hog dogs are barking without cease and I wish I was at the beach.
I'm just never satisfied, am I?