Spring is shedding horsehair all over my coat.
Spring is the woodpecker drilling away at the tall oak tree.
Spring is the promise of better days ahead.
Spring is the house cats moving from the east to the south window in search of deep, loving sunbaths.
Spring is an old friend.
Spring is the scuffle of skunks in the woods. It’s the aroma of fox scenting the wood paths in search of a mate.
Spring is most welcome today.
All hail the turn of the earth.