This pancake is meant to represent the joy that comes when winter sets children free to run wild outdoors. It’s a bit of artistic license for Phoenix, where winters are easy. Although I don’t think I’d wish the cold, harsh winters of my childhood on anyone, I have to agree with others who have said that spring is sweet exactly because winters are bitter.
People seem remarkably bad at recognizing that life is actually going great. Lots of people try to get around that by counting their blessings each day. But even that gets stale if you are always counting the same blessings. It’s tough being human.