will spring, is springing, has sprung

My favorite season is less a real season and more that awkward period in between seasons.
Specifically that lanky span of time between Winter and Spring with the occasional day hot enough to warrant sun screen and the occasional day cold enough to warrant keeping the fluffy coats out of storage.
It's full of promise and hope.
I couldn't tell you why but there's something about being able to turn off the heater and open some windows that makes me want to clean like a crazy person.
Our weather finally warmed up to the mid-fifties and sixties two or three days ago and I've been like a mad woman on a mission - broom in one hand and Lysol in the other.
I've caught up on laundry, swept the whole house, straightened and finished decorating the boy's room, cleaned the master, the toy room, the man cave... organized a few sock drawers...
All of this and yet I still have a sink full of dirty dishes.
Well, I guess there are some chores that even nice weather can't improve.
It's also that great time when we start contemplating all the things we can do over the summer.
So far we have a trip to Cherry Creek Reservoir in Denver (because it's the closest we can get to a beach in land-locked Colorado) and a possible trip to Indianapolis for the mister and I (for our 6th anniversary - I spent the 5th anniversary being less than 24 hours away from the birth of baby #3).
We'll take the kids to the drive-in movie theatre, the pool, take a trip to our family cabin in the mountains.
This year is slightly different, though, because I start sitting in on actual classrooms this summer in preparation to be a full time student teacher and our oldest turns five.
And then she starts Kindergarten.
And I won't lie, that scares the bejeezus right out of me.
What about you lot?
What's your favorite time of year?
Anyone have any big summer plans lined up?