It's basically a celebration of the season's invitation: run outside, smell the allergenic air, get your hands filthy. A sample:
After months of overheated offices, eczema and stodgy comfort food, spring affords a taste of life al fresco - for suburbanites like me, anyway.
Yes, this taste often means mouthfuls of anti-histamine tablets, and profound hatred of our national emblem, the golden wattle. And of course we go outside in winter - witness me jogging in thermals and a fleecy beanie, waiting for my hands to turn from white to pink.
But spring beckons: ditch the overcoat or hooded jumper, and get in touch with the elements. While sneezing uncontrollably.(Photo: Bidgee)