Four days ago we awoke to fresh snow upon the ground and it seemed that spring was nowhere near. Today ... it's almost 20 degrees C. The snow is almost gone from the open part of the lawn, the driveway is clear of ice and slush, and there is new green to be seen on the ground if you look closely. We packed up the rink liner today and got out the bikes. We hand-graded the worst of the ruts out of the driveway near the carport.
Sophie put up the hammock and ate her lunch outside in it, then swung and read her book. Kids climbed the big rope-swing. The garden beckoned me -- some of the raised beds are now free of snow, and I did a cursory clean-up of things I should have got to last fall. The rhubarb is poking hopefully up through the snow.
It is finally truly spring. It's about three weeks later than usual, I think, but it's certainly making up for lost time.