Some look for robins. Some peer hopefully into the ground for signs of crocuses and daffodils.
In Grafton, our sign that spring is coming (no, really, spring is coming) is, literally, a sign.
Oh my God, 30 days until ice cream season? Is it ever going to be that warm again?
And it’s just 23 more days after that until the start of Little League season (which we celebrate by holding an apres-parade picnic of Evil Genius hot dogs followed by birthday cake at home because the parade falls, invariably, on my daughter’s birthday weekend. This year it’s actually ON her birthday).