Two days ago, I looked out my window, and perched on the branch right in front of me was a fat little robin, but that's not the sign of spring's arrival around here. I can always tell when winter's over because the tree frogs start singing.
The bulbs will come up any old time that it gets warm. In fact, the tulips have been trying to bloom for over a month now. But here's a secret: flowers are dumb. Beautiful, but dumb. :)
But frogs? Frogs are smart. And all through the county, the frogs are singing their high, sweet song. Up and down my street, I can hear them trilling away, beautifully. The frogs have become my favorite sign of spring.