Hey, what's that yellow on the trees? Where did that come from? And those red tips. Were they here yesterday?
Tick tock… You can feel it coming.
The dirt is moving down there. And that sun – it rose up earlier today, and it will be out even earlier tomorrow, I bet. What are you planning to do with all that extra light!?
Spring has its own tempo. Slow… then not so slow… then really fast.
Snow has changed to water trickling along in the yellow beams… now rushing somewhere while you sit around looking unproductive.
Hey! (That’s the brand voice of spring – it’s a shout.) Hey, pal! (Spring calls you “pal.”) You better get moving. You better step it up, pal. The dirt is alive under your own feet.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Spring is coming. Fast.