Here in Maine, I'm beginning to see the first colors of the season. There's the yellow of the spring chicks in our kitchen. There's the amber of the maple syrup we're boiling. And then there's the white, white, white of the inevitable almost-predictable first day of spring snowstorm.
But let us not forget the true color of the season that is just beginning to make an appearance through all the white around these parts. Brown! Oh that mud - soft, cold, delightful and best experienced on a warmish spring day, when squished through the toes of giggling children.
Bathing suit optional. Bare feet definitely required.