On translation proposal, a word to the wise

Every year that I've been in China, I've been surprised by how quickly the atmosphere changes after Spring Festival from cold and gloomy to vibrant. The days get palpably longer, winter's chill melts away in the surplus of sunlight, and the air itself seems pregnant with new life.

In the compound where I live, gardeners are out each day now watering the grounds. Any moment, one feels, new sprigs of grass could push their heads from the warmed, softened earth to greet the sun.

It's understandable how such fledgling life would inspire a nurturing, protective instinct, hence the tone of many signs at the edge of grass fields in China. One in my compound reads, "Walking on the grass will kill it". Though relatively restrained, how starkly it contrasts with the prosaic "Keep off the grass" notices common in my country, the United States!