It is that time of year, the mud squelches under my feet, the wind has a softer touch, small flowers start to appear. The long-awaited season of spring arrives, that brief interlude between cold and black fly season when working outdoors is possible.All in all though I like spring, much as I like the other seasons, each has a special flavor that is unto itself and can’t be replicated. Sure occasionally there will be a spring like winter day, or a touch of fall in the summer, but generally they are anomalies that serve to highlight how quickly the seasons slide by. This year I am anxious to get out and hit the trails or sidewalks, to see what freshness the season has on show. I will limber myself up to be ready. Even mud will be no barrier, though I might need a pair of wellies to keep my feet dry. Just the anticipation of spring causes a sort of giddiness not generally seen outside of the teenage years. Yesterday was spring’s official opening day, and it was picture perfect. I am not put off by the forecast of snow or cold at this point, the snowbanks have receded to crusty piles and the sap is starting to run. I know in my heart spring is near.