I know it's spring when our apple tree is covered in innocent, pink blossoms.
I know it's spring when robins can be seen darting across the wet grass, tugging at long, brown earthworms.
I know it's spring when the tulips open and the daisies bloom.
I know it's spring when the ridiculous amount of layers is no longer needed. A simple sweater will suffice.
I know it's spring when the chickens begin to cackle and eggs appear once more in the straw nests.
I know it's spring when there's a song in the breeze and a laugh in the clouds.
"Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawns." -Lewis Grizzard in Kathy Sue Loudermilk's 'I Love You'