It can't be.
We've been having day after day of beautiful, mild weather. It feels like spring. But it can't be. It's too early. The weather is leading us on. Finally, we'll believe it and say, Okay, good, it's spring! Then the east wind will blow and rain will fly and maybe even snow will fall. I don't want to be the victim of that cruel joke, so I keep not quite believing in the sunshine and the warming temperatures.
My post title comes from a poem my Dad loves:
Spring has sprung.
The grass has riz.
I wonder where
The birdies is.
I don't think Spring really has sprung yet.