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.
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.
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.