I'm waking up in the morning feeling too warm under my blankets, Bonita is on top of the blankets instead of snuggled under them, dawn comes before I leave my house in the morning, the sun is warm on me as I walk home from school...I think Spring is coming!
I feel completely safe saying this, since if Nature reads this and decides to dump 2 feet of snow on me, at least I would finally be able to try out the snowshoes I got for Christmas.
I am a little worried that this winter's lack of snow will mean fewer blueberries on the mountain this summer, though. Hmmm. Now I'm all tangled up and can't figure out whether I want Spring to come or not. Sheesh.