The hard, empty, quiet of winter is over. The ground softens, as do our expressions, both no longer pinched and closed against the snow and ice.
I believe that celebrating this change is important.
Some people go to sunrise Easter services.
Some people make trip to neolithic site and watch the vernal equinox arrive.
Some people work wonders with matzoh and chicken and reflect on struggle.
As for me? Oh, honey, it ain't spring without a burning bush and Anne Baxter....