I’ve been searching for signs. Well, not too hard. I’ve really been hoping signs of spring will start jumping out at me. After all, spring is here. It should be happy about it’s revival and telling everyone about it.
Unfortunately, spring seems a bit more subdued. It’s not really waving itself in everyone’s face at the moment.
We have had a couple nice days. But that seems to be interspersed with the occasional flurry. Maybe even some graupel. I’ll be honest. Graupel is one of my new favourite words. It’s the stuff that’s not quite snow and not quite hail. Those little balls of a snowlike substance that we seem to be getting showers of quite a bit lately. I just like the word. To say you saw graupel, maybe even got graupelled on just sounds more exciting than saying you got caught in a flurry.
But as much as I like the word, it really isn’t very springlike.
There seems to have been an explosion of squirrels lately. But they’re around all year. There just seems to be more of them at the moment. But not a sign of spring.
There are robins. But there are always robins. We like to think they are a sign of spring, but some live here all year round, so it’s hard to tell if they’re spring robins, returning from down south.
I checked the garden. Saw no sign of rhubarb about to burst forward yet.
We’re still a few weeks away from the spring peepers.
I have had people tell me they’ve seen pussy willows. Pussy willows are usually considered an early sign of spring. They’re one of the first things that blooms. But I haven’t come across any myself yet.
I have seen snow drops. There is a patch on the front lawn I have been walking past for a few days now. So at least some flowers are showing themselves. Although still no sign of the crocuses that are also somewhere around the same area.
But there is something. Snow drops. And the birds seem pretty happy, so that’s another plus.
But signs of spring are still a little hard to spot. I’m sure it will pick up shortly. If we can get the graupel to stop.