Monday was officially the first day of spring here in the northern hemisphere. It was heralded, here in Boston at least, with freezing rain, snow, and wind, making for a dark, damp, and cold walk home from work. But they tell us spring is just around the corner! And back in Michigan, where I grew up, they’re getting crocuses, according to my friend Joseph who blogs over at Greensparrow Gardens. Hanna and I gave in to a fit of spring yearning last week and bought cut daffodils from England at the local Trader Joe’s. My grandma grows daffodils in her garden, and the yellow on the hillside was always a sign of winter beginning to lose its grip. The spring of my childhood meant we would dare to take our shoes off at the beach and wade in the freezing water of Lake Michigan; run around in the mud of the backyard picking up sticks and playing Knights and Castles; take our bicycles out for a ride; leave our coats and hats and mittens behind a bit before it was really warm enough, and come home with cold fingers and runny noses.
What are your favorite signs of spring?