The smell of wild onions.
The ever-present swarms of mosquitoes.
The hordes of June-bugs (in March.)
The ground, sqishing like a sponge under your feet as you walk over to your vegetable garden to (once more) remove the plastic that protects it from ‘freezes’ (yeah, right.)
The skittering of mosquito hawks in your bedroom. (How do they get there, anyway?)
The calves frolicking in the fields with the cow-birds.
The sound of mowers cutting the fields.
Yep, it’s spring.