Signs of Spring

Day 21

Spring has arrived!

How do you tell when spring is here?

Do you watch and listen for the geese overhead honking and flying north in their familiar V formation?

Do you look for that first robin of the season hopping on your front lawn looking for some food?

Do you wait for the pussy willow to bloom, one of the first to make a appearance in spring?

Do you notice daffodils and hyacinths poking their heads out of the ground too tall to pull themselves back in?

Do you notice kids and adults walking about in shorts and wearing short sleeve shirts but no jackets?

Do you notice trees sprouting their green lace before becoming completely covered in leaves?

Do you look at the calendar and notice the date is March 20?

Do you notice that at 7 PM the sun is still shining?

Do you notice different birds at the bird feeder?

How do I tell when spring is here?

I listen for the first lawn mower of the season.

(Believe it or not but yesterday as we traveled to get our shots we did see a guy out on his mower cutting the grass, or should I say stirring up the dust.)

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22 responses to “Signs of Spring

  1. jumpofffindwings

    “…stirring up the dust” It’s funny how different regions experience spring differently. We mowed a couple of weeks ago after the rain had ceased for two days, so the blades would not clog with all the grass. Like hair without any coaxing, Oregon grass grows, well-watered and green, seasons aside. The price we pay is lots of rain. Soon for you, too, there will be real grass growing for mowing.

  2. For me, it is the wildflowers that start to bloom in a local nature preserve. Hope you are feeling minimal after-effects of that second dose!

  3. Orval Jewett

    It’s all about the outside temperature! From January 1st, I call the first ten weeks of the new year “the ten week countdown.” That brings us into mid-March. This is when the temperature begins to shift upward and we’re no longer in a deep-freeze. Nothing else matters more to me than the actual temperature. The warmer the better!

  4. Daffodils have bloomed.Geese have honked. Robins have hopped. This morning I saw a blue jay. So far, no lawnmowers!

  5. No lawn mowing here yet! There are still small piles of snow. I do have snowdrops and aconites blooming. The birds are excited as well. I also watch for the folks who think it is summer and have moved to shorts and sandals. I am still in my warmer hiking boots! Enjoy the spring!

  6. Living in Southern California it’s really hard to say there’s a definite sign since it can be sunny and 70 degrees in the “dead of winter”. I love reading this list and thinking about what joys of the seasons others get to enjoy.

  7. Lainie Levin

    Wonder if that guy is a dust- (or other substance-) stirrer elsewhere in his life. No lawnmowers here yet, but plenty of yardwork to be had!

  8. For me the first sign is always mud! The school yard is covered in sand from attempts to make the ice less slippery. The trails are all mud. The gutters are even full of it.

  9. Now that I have daffodils, tulips, and hyacinths, seeing them pop up is one of my favorite things to look out for! Also the sun being up longer!

  10. For me it’s the tree at the corner of my block. There are eight trees on my block, but the one at the corner is always the first to bud. That’s my harbinger.

  11. Oh wow, that’s hilarious and weird. I guess when I look outside I can see some faint greening in the grass? But it’s not growing yet! I think it’s too soon to mow! Too funny. I saw a bed of snowdrops blooming last weekend and felt that spring was definitely here.

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