I can tell spring has arrived when:
Big sword fern fiddleheads are well along.
My beloved, transplanted huckleberry bush has new growth. I really, really want it to survive.
And:
Trying to beat back some of the weeds in the rain garden, probably futile. I may have to redefine “weed” to exclude anything that thrives in there.
And:
Ah, the back porch, truly my favorite part of the house. Good for drying laundry, reading in the sun, or (not pictured) eating dinner on nice evenings, among other things.