Parts of the landscape are pretty tilted as well. My cottage happens to be situated in a slope, an observation which reoccurs whenever I have to pull the lawn mover around. Or, indeed, at spring time. Snow turns into water and - ever since Newton - water (as well as an apple) ends up at the bottom of hills - having first flown by my house of course.
Consequently, spring is the time of year when the mind is tilted towards warmer activities including shoveling around parts of the garden into its rightful positions after being relocated by an improvised creek which once again decided to materialize on that tilted land of mine.