I love these and the other rituals of spring: the Easter Parade, Passover, egg-balancing. And falling in love. Not that there's ever a bad time for that, but the season has historically brought it out in me.
e.e. cummings expressed the glorious sensuality and fun of spring at any age so well:
in Just-I am going to go run around the reservoir now. If I'm lucky I'll see a crocus poking through the still-cold ground.
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and