I think about Easter parades, and Persephone's exit from the Underworld, and swimming in Grand Traverse Bay in May when I was 12 years old.
Elliot said, "April is the cruellest month..." I have a tendency to think that February is crueller. The iron grey skies and frozen tundra make February endless, endless. April is just tricky. It can't commit to one thing or another.
Think, "Spring," Leelanau county.