RR: what about spring?

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The subject of leaf raking came up (my fault if I remember right).  That led to talking about leaping into piles of leaves, and the peril of piles of leaves with undesirable stuff in it, like dog doo, or more likely in my case: slugs.

And that got me thinking, because stomping through crunchy leaves is one of those happy guilty pleasures I'm happy to indulge in, as long as there's nobody about that I have to explain myself to.

The same is true for sand castles on the beach.  There's a surreptitious glance about to see if anybody is watching, and then: STOMP STOMP STOMP, and the world is a safer place.  Or something like that.  I went to a sand castle competition near LA once.  The kind where people build huge, elaborate buildings, sculptures and whatnot.  I behaved for the entirety of the visit, and afterwards went back to my hotel room to weep.

Wintertime is good for crunchy snow.  If one has tiny snow people, all the better.  If one has tiny snow buildings, we're getting into more of that nervous glancing about.  The best has to be after a heavy snowfall, when the temps warm a bit and freeze back up again, the snow gets a crust on it that crunches in the most amazing way.  So whenever you see me writing about the way streets buckle and sink down, now you know the source material.

But what about spring?  There are no leaves, beaches, no snow.  What the hell is a determined macrophile supposed to do?

The best I've been able to come up with is puddle jumping.  "Look, a serene lake bordered by coastal villages!" *leap* STOMPY STOMPY STOMP.  As I've mentioned before, I have no qualms about leaping into puddles.  This is squarely in the category of "what's the point of growing up if I can't act childish when I feel like it."

Are there any other things that are best in the spring?

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