Spring is not a date on a calendar.
Spring is a feel.
All the vapid people will be running around today chirping: "Today is the first day of Spring! Today is the first day of Spring!"
You will be shoveling spring after the next two snowstorms.
When the weather becomes consistently warm and there is no threat of snow - then it is Spring.
There are delightful warning signs, though.
Sitting in the recliner this morning, sipping and reading, when a bird perches on the railing outside our screened-in porch and starts singing.
I twist my neck around and I can see the bird sitting there. Singing.
Beautiful. And persistent. She sang for a couple of minutes - maybe longer - before she flew off to deliver the good news to the next lucky human.
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