I Hate Spring

Spring has always been portrayed as this bright happy time in which flowers pop up out of the thin layer of snow and birds sing and the sun shines. When someone says spring you think of Easter and warmer weather and puddles. Rubber boots and bike rides and sweaters. Pastel colours, primary colours, bright colours. Thinking of spring leads you to think of summer and thus spring seems more delightful then it, in fact, is.

Spring is terrible.

In spring, all the snow melts. Sure the weather warms up and we find ourselves longing to go outside, but when the snow melts, do you know what you find? All the garbage people tossed in the snow throughout the winter, soggy and moldy scattered all across your front lawn. Mittens that had been misplaced, crusted with dirt. Pressed down, dead and brown, grass. Gravel and dust and dirt, everywhere!

The roads are disgusting and potholes appear. In trying to avoid the tire-consuming holes, you accidentally splash a pedestrian walking too close to the road. They of course get your liscence plate number. If you are the pedestrian, you must constantly widely skirt any puddles if you don't want to be covered in mud when you arrive at your destination. Flip flops are desired, but impractical. They collect the gravel laid down in the winter. One must almost just walk around in rubber boots, but how comfortable is that?

The warm weather calls to you but the parks are muddy and slushy and icky. Not to mention covered in soggy garbage and crusty mittens. It looks just like your front lawn, now, who wants to play on that? You pull your bike out, but forget it isn't summer just yet. You now have a nice dirt streak all up your back. You pull out your roller blades or scooter or skateboard and find the gravel makes it hard to get anywhere, not to mention avoiding the puddles.

Spring is a deciever. You want summer. You want summer weather and summer activities. You're tired of winter. You're tired of white and you're tired of cold. Just because spring alleviates your winter depression, doesn't make it wonderful. It precedes the wonder that is summer. Summer I like. Summer I enjoy. In summer I can roll down a green grassy hill and not land in a puddle at the bottom. Sure it rains in summer and who doesn't like a little puddle splashing, but in summer it's actually water and not mud.

I understand you cannot simply skip from winter to summer, although I wish you could. But please, stop saying spring is so wonderful. It's not.

I hate Spring.