When the rain pats at the tin roof and the petals of yokey sunshine burst in the jar on the dining table, it's spring.
When the dog comes in all silly-smiled and tongue-lolled, tracking a mud-trail behind, it's spring.
When the windows slide open for the exchange of air-worn-out for air-fresh, it's spring.
When the golden eagle carts that branch larger than herself through the air, flying toward her nesting site, it's spring.
When the attention of everyone inside keeps swinging toward the outside, it's spring.
When four pair of running shoes are scatter-tossed by the door, it's spring.
When the perpetual jug of sweet tea reappears in the fridge, it's spring.
When the trees are fat-budded and bark-tinged green, it's spring.
How is spring showing up for you?
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