
It IS Spring! We definitely had a shorter Winter’s end and swifter Spring beginning. Thank you Salty Stew! (That’s the name of our groundhog.) So Spring is here. Flowers are popping out of the dirt, the weather is warming, and people are venturing out of their hibernation hovels. Even yours truly was able to get out and enjoy some early mountain biking. Of course there was some mud on the tires, but that’s kind of the point, right?

One hilarious way I know it’s Spring is when my crabby neighbor tells me he can’t believe the stores already have aisles full of Easter candy. I don’t notice the stores stocking things as much as he does. In a way, he’s my one main source of news and my barometer for Spring. I can see it in his eyes, how he hates the chocolate-covered peanut butter eggs. Despite being crabby, he knows what Easter is really about.

My family’s favorite way to know Spring has arrived is when the birds move back into the birdhouse. We have a wooden birdhouse where we get to see baby birds pop out every year. It’s so much fun I should probably install a camera so we could watch the hatching of the baby birds. All we see now is when the birds come out and start learning how to fly. They hop around the yard for a while learning how to go higher and higher until they’re in the trees.

Some people measure Spring by how much longer they have to get their taxes declared and settled. Tax season is Spring, for them. Or Spring is tax season. Either way you say it, that’s a sad way to live life—dreading Spring.
Most of the people I know love Spring. They start saying things like, “Isn’t that gorgeous weather?” or “I love the smell of earth after rain.” They cheer up a great deal. Some can’t seem to stop talking. Others greet everyone more cheerfully than they did in the Winter. And some of them stop coming around because they’re off doing something outside. Suddenly their favorite outdoor activities take a priority position. And that’s perfectly alright. Everyone has their favorite way to celebrate the season.
