Proof:

There are signs of spring everywhere here at the Cease Fire Ranch:

Laundry on the line, best on a windy day.

Trees budding their leaves, and the soft rustling sounds they make as the wind whips by.

My hostas. Living a whole year and making a reappearance.
I missed you!

Laying on your back to watch giant blue skies and fluffy white clouds.

Lawns peppered with dandelions in every direction.

How can something so bright and cheerful be such a bad thing?
Highly misunderstood if you ask me.

And swollen bare feet, resting in the clover grass.

Soaking up all those grassy bits, that make me break out in to an itch fest.

It was worth it.

(that reminds me. I need benedryl. Oh, and a pedicure.)