Know how I know? Yeah, yeah, yeah, there's the usual signs like flowers blooming and trees sprouting tiny little leaves. But what really lets me know it's spring is that our big poodle, Scout, is no nekkid. As in like a jaybird. The girl is practically shiny. Hazel's been giving her the "Who are you?" and "What the heck did they do to you?" once overs. I'm sure she's also thinking "There's no way in heck I'm gonna let them get those clippers near me!" So, yes, once the poodle has been sheared, spring is officially sprung.
Oh, I also saw a couple making out behind a dumpster today outside the restaurant where Dave and I ate tonight. I had thought that that may also be a sign of spring's arrival, but after thinking about it more and more, it may have just been a happy coincidence.