Only yesterday I was admiring the purple crocus along the border of my yard.
Only yesterday I was thinking of raking and picking up sticks from the winter winds, and starting my spring cleanup.
I’d come to accept this phenomenon known as spring and realized it actually decided to arrive before June 1 this year. Mother Nature was on quite a roll — late start to winter and an early start to spring? Great, I thought. I was pleased. I’d been cautious to accept it but as I examined my garage, I decided sleds could be stored, snowshoes could be put away and bikes could come down from their imprisonment on the ceiling.
With hockey season over, my son had taken out his baseball equipment, his basketball, his football and his soccer ball. My daughter inquired, “What sport is he into now? It isn’t obvious.” I was certain spring was here to stay.