That's right. It came in Saturday morning. Oh, yes, yesterday was the official start to spring. It's going to be a while yet for it to be felt far and wide. But according to the calendar, it's here. Friday, the last day of winter, had a short burst of snow in the morning, not even enough to coat everything one last time. Lots of wind as well, enough to take down a few larger dead trees, one of which fell in the back yard of the house where I live. No damage, no injuries.
With all the above-freezing temperatures we've been having locally in the last two weeks, there isn't a smidge of snow left. I did say that I would do the Snoopy Dance when that happened. I made the attempt to show that cartoon beagle joy, only to discover I'm not as young or agile as I used to be. Happily, there is no video of my sad little attempt, but it's the thought (that I didn't end up in the emergency room) that counts.
Crocuses are up and in bloom, snowdrops were up and in bloom and are done for the season. Daffodil leaves have emerged, but I haven't seen any blooms or buds yet. Some of the trees are more than ready to let those leaves show themselves, others not so much. But most importantly, the wild onions have appeared in the yard, and I can see the stinky skunk cabbage as I drive over the bridge and out into the world for work and shopping. No dandelions yet, but they're only a week or two away.
Lots of spring bird songs now. Many of the migrators have returned, but I have yet to see is a robin. I know they're out there, but I've usually seen them stalking earthworms in the nearby park by now. I'm sure they're here – somewhere else. Eventually, I'll see my first one and, as always, it'll make me smile.
So after our long, cold, pandemically-influenced winter, more daylight, warmer temperatures and more chance of rain than snow seem to have more meaning. I don't know about all of you, but this seasonal renewal that is spring is especially welcomed this year.
Get out there and enjoy it. I know I will.
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