According to the sun, it’s spring. There’s a CBC story all about the vernal equinox, how this has been an unusually warm winter and, most depressingly, how most people won’t notice the arrival of spring in Canada because nothing has really changed weather-wise. Very enthusiastic and positive people, climatologists.
I, however, have found proof positive that it is indeed spring.
After walking the three dogs the other evening (two border collies and a lab-ish thing), I was obliged to sweep up one full cup (250mL) of grit and crud off the floor as their coats dried.
Spring has sprung, or, at least, it has scattered itself throughout my house.
For those of you requiring more poetic evidence, I direct you to the photo above in which, if you look carefully, you will see pussywillows.