The sound of a meadowlark singing always makes my heart smile!

The bluebonnets and my hummers come back to my feeders.

The sight of lush green lawns, the sound of birds, the sight of clotheslines weighted-down with washing, and breaking-out a lighter, more colourful array of outerwear, was a sure sign that spring had arrived, as was swinging as high as the swing could go, while enjoying the warm sunshine on my skin.

It's spring when I can step outside and smell:
my neighbour burning something noxious (don't know where he finds all that stuff)
the pig barns over two concessions
the farmers cleaning out their barns after winter.
Long time country girl here - LOL!

Lambs, daffadiles, tulips, dandelions greens.

Some of those odors are unforgettable - - - -

I lived in the city so spring was seeing the first Robin then the yellow forsythia blossoms, and the pussy willows.

The snow melting! I grew up in Massachusetts and we stayed snowed under all winter. Spring meant snow melting, crocuses and daffodils popping up all over, and maybe not having to wear a coat outside.

Now I live in the South and Spring is everything flowering. I was in Memphis last weekend and the azaleas, dogwoods and other flowering trees and bushes were just going crazy! So much color.

Robins returning and calves being born. Poor robins returned to a blizzard this year.

I've lived on both sides of the US, grew up in NY so that was always grape hyacinth, forsythia, and daffodils...wild violets on the lawn. Sound of birds again after long silent winter. Smell of wet earth being warmed by the sun (it always seemed to rain a lot).

In AZ, I guess...the cactus bloom, and then it turns 100? I kind of miss real seasons.