Seems like there's a day in every season that carries a hint of the season to come. August always includes a morning that smells like fall. We always get a hot day in April or May that feels like summer. This morning, when I walked out to get the paper at 5:30, I heard the peepers singing - little frogs that don't seem to mind the cold. To me, the peepers mean spring - even when it's cold and dark in the morning.
We usually get a brief "false" spring in January or February - a stretch of several days or weeks when the sun shines, the grass grows, and the spring bulbs are fooled into sprouting. I know we'll have more winter, but these days are a welcome break from the cold, foggy and wet weather we've been having.
As I get older, the years seem to spin by faster and faster. We'll start lambing in 5 weeks. Irrigation season will start 3 months from today. In 94 days, I'll be 44 years old. In 100 days or so, we'll be shearing the sheep. In eight and a half months, we'll turn the rams in with the ewes again.
I like to think of the calendar like a circle. New Year's Day is the top of the circle, and we've now started down the arc towards spring. Enjoy these beautiful days!