Today marks the first day of spring!
Of course seasons come and go as they please, paying little heed to our almanacs and calendars. Early some years, late others. Occasionally they conform close enough to our scheduled timeframe that we foolishly allow our egos to override common sense and think we were in charge all along.
Spring as a season—a nature-endorsed rather than calendar-proclaimed season—has been here for several weeks. Flowers aplenty have been blooming…in fact my crocus have come and gone. The turkey vultures returned at least a month early. Plus we've had several days where temperatures rose above the 70˚F mark, and it's been springlike weather pretty much since the year began—a piddly snow or two notwithstanding.
None of which indicates any lack of appreciation or enthusiasm on my part. Spring is my favorite of all the seasons, and I intend to savor this year's incarnation afoot and afield, to the very best of my ability. In fact, a few minutes ago, I took the above daffodil photo to celebrate it's officialdom.
Yup, it's the greatest news possible for those of us whose joy abounds during these vernal weeks, when the earth around resurrects as the birds begin to sing and the land turns a thousand shades of green.
Spring is here! Hooray!