Spring is for....

When I lived in Upstate New York my favorite season was fall. No questions. Hands down. Not even a contest.

Then I moved South.

In Washington, DC there are still four seasons but fall doesn't have the same vibrant colors, the leaves on fire in reds, oranges, and yellows. And I learned that what I thought was spring in Upstate New York was merely snow melt. Here in Washington, DC I learned what spring really means.

It means the city smelling of cherry blossoms.



It means DC Jazz Festival.



Flowers and vendors galore at Eastern Market.



It's the Vintage Virginia Outdoor Wine Festival.



And, of course, spring is for soccer. (Outdoor games began April 1; here's photographic proof if you don't believe me.)



What does spring mean for you (or are you still stuck in winter)?