It's starting to be light in the morning when I take the dog out for her 6:30 AM walk, and it's starting to remain light in the evening when I'm coming home at 5:00.
My wife's tulips have started to grow, and down the block the daffodils are poking their shoots through the ground.
I'm afraid it will be a few months yet until these poor fellows feel that winter is ending, but here in the temperate California coast, the signs are unmistakable.
My parents are planning an entire daffodil-crocus-tulip tour, starting in the far south at the Mexico border, and traveling slowly northward to Canada, stopping along the way, proceeding only as far and as fast as the spring blossoms do.
It sounds delightful!