The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another.
The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
-Henry Van Dyke
No winter lasts forever;
no spring skips its turn.
April is a promise that May is bound to keep.
The calendar says spring.
The backyard flowers say spring.
My allergies say spring.
The air says, put your sweater back on. It ain’t spring yet.
Whenever you’re ready, Mother Nature.
I’m rarin’ to play, and I’m tired of waiting.