Simon and I spent our Saturday walking all over the city. It was too nice to stay in. The sun was out and some crocuses were trying to push their way up between dead leaves and cold soil.
My great grandmother who was alive while I was young use to say that once the crocuses sprouted it had to snow on them three times before spring would stay around. I know this is an old wives tale, but I love the idea of using the first spring flowers as a why to predict how close spring is.