The title needs clarification.
Perhaps Real spring cares. What I am angry about is fake spring. Faux spring- the appearance of spring before the warm weather arrives- the tease, the almost-not quite. Days that swing back and forth between 70 degree Fahrenheit and 35. The type of spring days that Garrison Keillor described as "pretty murals painted on painful brick walls."
Fake spring promises us baseball, before there are games, outdoor cafes filled with beautiful women who stretch out their legs under skirts pulled above their knees. It can't deliver- it won't deliver. It is only the appearance of spring -not the real deal. A pale imitation. A cheap knock-off..
Fake spring exists only to frustrate us. It doesn't care about anyone.