There's something enchanting about the emergence of spring. It breaks through the husk of its long-time companion, winter, and sallies forth into unknown territory. It is, symbolically at least, the beginning of a brand new year.

So why is it that the first thing everypony has to do is fill out a statement pertaining to last year's earnings? Spring-time would be so much better if it wasn't inextricably wed to the tax system!