My timing with the seasons is excellent as per usual.
In my head spring is a young woman holding a basket of constantly growing plants and bugs. She strolls around and from her basket start falling stuff on the ground and they start growing there. She is almost constantly daydreaming and wearing a big but relaxed smile in her face. I have no idea if this is from a fairy tale or something but this is how I imagine spring ever since I was very little.
...Butterflies horrify me.