Spring is different here in the Southwest. Understand, I spent almost my entire life in the north, in snow country. Spring was an exuberant time there—when it was finally in the upper 40s to low 50s you felt an irresistable urge to don shorts, go for a run around the lakes or play basketball on an outdoor basketball court. People had a lightness to their steps and a huge grin on their faces. It was almost as if you hadn’t known spring would really come. The snow melted, crocuses burst through, tulips bloomed, forsythia bloomed and all was right with the world.
Here in the desert, it is different. Believe it or not it does get cold in the winter. Sometimes the overnight freezes kill off the blooms on the bouganville bushes. The bermuda grass turns brown. You do, however have a green lawn if you planted a winter lawn (usually in the tall fescue variety). Yet, springtime feels special here too. We usually get a lot of hummingbirds in the winter and spring here. Some are year-round residents; some are merely migrating through. But there isn’t that same ‘oh wow i’ve been so desperate to get out’ feel to the town. We get that feeling in October when the brutal heat has come to a close. Then people are out and about in the parts and walking the neighborhoods. They, too have the feel—-WOW! I survived the season they seem to collectively say and think. So springtime north or fall south….take your pick. The heightened mood is palpable.