I explained to a friend who has just moved to New England that here we don’t just go from winter to spring, but rather winter to mud season to black fly season. She thought I was joking.
Mud season is here, though there are still a couple of feet of snow on the ground. Dog walks are slogs through ice, snow, and mud (and lots of towels are needed after).
Still, I don’t mind this time of year. The ground that has been frozen for months is slowly waking up.