Spring, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:19am
We don't have dramatic Springs here in Northern California. Since we haven't been blanketed by snow, no, "Oh my god! A crocus!" moments for us. Here it just rains in the winter. Hills turn green. We warm up a bit, come spring, and everything grows furiously. Eventually, summer. When the sky and sun take over, burning most things once green to brown. Fall feels only like summer wears out. Finally it starts to rain again for the next winter.
In any case, although we've had lots of hints, I only knew for sure it was spring when I realized I've gotten used to closing a tree branch in the back door. My Chinese evergreen elm is on the move. We don't always get to pick our harbingers.
*For an Oh My God A Crocus moment, visit Jan here.