Things are springing here.
Melt is visible everywhere and the shock of cold water in my shoes is a daily occurrence. Because I’ve pulled out the shoes again, determined to embrace the new season.
Tulips are emerging in redish upthrusts along the south-facing wall. Every year those tulips delight us by bursting forth so early and with such surprising vigour, and then we worry about them when the temps plunge back to -16 overnight.
I have been hearing the robins, but it wasn’t until yesterday that I finally saw one. It perched on the highest branch of the tallest tree in our yard as the sun was rising and filled the air with staccato cheer.
And, finally, the children have declared it dry enough* for biking, so it must be springing.
(Photographing while biking is…tricky.)
* Note that I did not say warm enough for biking. Gloves and jackets and scarves may be necessary some days, but if your butt won’t get clobbered with gobs of icy, sandy water as you plow through 5cm of slush, well then, that’s bike weather.