The problem with spring is it crept up on us so quickly and before you know it spring isn't spring anymore it's summer. All those great spring themed photos are suddenly out of date. I don't think it matters though. You can read a poem that invokes spring and still enjoy it, even in the depths of winter, so why should photographs be any different. I like this one because the lamb looks like it is drinking in the fine spring day right through its skin. It's scenting spring on the air like the promise of life ahead, which considering the fate of much of its kind is a little sad and bittersweet.