Around here, we don't really get spring, per se. Just mud season, which really is mostly rapidly melting snow season with a bit of mud before the plants get their green on. And it happens no where near in time to the spring equinox on March 21.
We're just now finally melting off our snow after a seemingly never-ending barrage of late-season storms. If this year is anything like other years, we haven't seen the end of snow fall yet for the year — there's always at least one snow fall in June — but we are officially in the spring melt off.
Our comparatively ugly springs are a sort of sacrifice for stunning, perfect, wildflower filled summers, flaming autumns, and powdery winters, so we live with it. And some of us revel in it.