The trees are blooming, the frogs are singing, and the moths are hanging outside the front door trying to terrorize Two.
But this is the surest sign that Spring has arrived:
This weekend, various members of the family will play basketball, baseball, and hockey, sometimes in the same day. On Saturday morning, Five will miss baseball practice, because we have to attend his First Holy Communion retreat. At the same time, the Captain will coach Three's basketball team to victory in game two of the championship series. At two o'clock, Three will go to baseball practice, and at four-thirty I will drive him to his basketball league practice. The Captain and Two will go to five o'clock Mass, so Two can fulfill his Greeter commitment for Confirmation.
At eight a.m. Sunday morning, Two gets on a bus to go shoot paint balls at his friends. At nine o'clock, Five attends CCD. At six o'clock Five goes to baseball practice, and shortly thereafter the Captain leaves for hockey. During taxi downtime, Two has to finish a science project and pack for Europe. He leaves on Thursday with his choir to go sing in cathedrals in Vienna and Prague.
Maybe this is the official sign of Spring: