Spring was more advanced in California than here in Washington. When I took the dog for a walk after I got back, I kept an eye out for forsythia, one of the earliest blooms, but didn't see any.
I did see other signs of spring. My neighbor's crocuses are shooting up:
My contorted filbert has catkins:
This bush by the side of the house is blooming:
I'm not sure what kind of plant that is (above). When I first moved here from California, I thought it was a type of jasmine, because the little white flowers have that strong, sweet smell. But my dad didn't think it was jasmine, although he could not recall what it was.
And the irises along the west side of the house are still coming up: