The rhubarb is bursting out of the ground.
The crocus' are making a feeble attempt even though it snowed on them today.
And the oldest boy is back at work hydro-engineering.
I have tried to convince myself of this since I was a child. Now, as an adult living with four sticky children, "a wanna be full-time farmer" husband, and a sometimes sticky dog, I still don't believe it.