My life at the moment consists of a completely insane “to do” list. It seems to me though that it’s much the same every spring, so I shall accept it without fuss. And yes, it’s spring here. Even the pussywillows tell me so. 
I love pussywillows. As well as being a harbinger of spring, they bring back fond memories of playing at the creek and collecting them for vases for my mom and gramy.
What tells you spring has finally sprung?
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