It's been coming - I could see the unmistakable signs. The snow was all melted except for the remnants of a few of the larger piles and underneath the low-hanging branches of my spruce tree. The disc of ice that has covered my swimming pool all Winter had turned gray and developed a hole in the middle. Yesterday the afternoon temperature on my deck was 67 degrees - in the shade. It smelled like Spring yesterday, but it wasn't until this morning that Spring came to my backyard.
Twenty minutes before my alarm was to go off, I was awakened by the sound of sparrows singing in the bush outside my bedroom window. It happens every year. It wasn't quite light yet, but they were awake and singing their little hearts out until it was fully light. They will continue to do that - and it will begin earlier each morning until by early Summer they will start singing at 5:30 and I will wish they would go somewhere else.
I know that the calendar says Spring doesn't arrive until tomorrow. Doesn't matter. Spring came to my backyard today. 
