Spring is Sprung

Sunny and 62 degrees, light wind. Welcome to Atlanta in Spring.

"But wait!" you say. "It's not Spring yet. We've not yet passed through the Vernal Equinox! Fie! Fie, I say."

And I would say that you're a nerd. It's here.

My window is open and I can hear birds singing, squirrels scurrying away from our cat, and hordes of children playing in the dead-end street in front of the house. And even with the window open and a breeze blowing through, my long sleeve shirt is looking like a bad decision.

There are Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies in my freezer and Cadbury Mini-Eggs hidden away behind the plates. Yesterday, Timothy informed me that the Bradford Pear trees are blooming. He hates the smell too; good boy.

I'm waiting for the Dogwoods and Cherry trees to bloom. There are a gazillion Dogwoods in our neighborhood and in the woods next to our house. There are also a few fantastic Cherry trees as well. I love living in a tree city, even given the crazy pollen (Atlanta was #20 last year, but #1 in 2004).

So, Spring is here.

Except in Minnesota and other parts north. To you who read this with snow still on the ground and triple-digit heating bills, I say this: my house is for sale.

Now, for the interactive part of our "interactive media." What one thing (okay, up to three) most signifies to you that Spring has arrived? Post in the comments section, if you please.