You know it’s spring when…
The dog poo is so deep in the back yard you can't get to the garden without stepping in it.
You're walking down the road at a 45 degree angle.
You can't stop sneezing, have an allergy attack in church and have to leave.
Sunny one minute, propping up the fence in a horizontal snow storm the next, sunny that afternoon.
You are awakened in the morning by a bird singing at the top of it's lungs.
The grass in the yard is brown but the grass in the garden is green.
The dog is shedding ALL OVER!
You are excited about camping but there is still 4 feet of snow on the Mesa.
Cars around ditch banks are driving slow and erratically while the driver is looking for asparagus.
You have an irresistible urge to clean out closets and wear spring clothes even though the morning lows are still in the twenties.
Neighbors catch you kneeling in the garden staring at the dirt while you search for the first blade of spinach.
Apricot trees are bravely blooming.
Birds are busy building nests. I once saw a HUGE dead weed being tugged into one of our small birdhouse openings.
You smell the smokey burning fields.
Please add your own, "You Know It's Spring When".... comment.
"It's spring fever. You don't quite know what it is you want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so bad."