I really enjoy Kevin Stroud's "History of English" podcast. Our language has our history embedded within it like our DNA.
My Dad brought tulips in for the Mothers Day market, some potted, some for cut flowers. Something like 10,000 Dutch bulbs, or maybe it was 100,000. Hard to remember after 70 years. Anyway, every year a few would look like those pictured. He said it was some kind of virus. (We hadn't known about viruses for very long at that time.)
I never really thought about the translation of primavera/spring as prime time, but that is a delightful discovery!
I'll take a raincheck on the laxatives, but the flowers are truly in bloom around my neighborhood. Even here in west-central Florida, where there isn't much winter to recover from (especially this year), spring is still a wonderful season.