When I'm forced to admit I'm from back East

This is one of those days. I am desperately missing the look/smell/aspects of early spring as I experienced it years ago.

The oddly sharp green and deep brown that a deciduous forest has in the middle of a long drizzle....newly turned earth in the backyard mini-garden.

Any stone fountains or decorations in the middle of such a place, slick and darker than usual due to water...unlike the high desert, Deity is profligate with water during any spring in my home state...

Though not currently prone to assign much value to astrological signs, I know I'm a water sign....I miss the lakes and oceans...

There is Lake Dillon here...but I'm too far to go..and I am biased enough that I don't call it a lake anyway...