You don’t bother with the forecast in case there’s the slightest chance of frost and you need to be heading for the grocery whether you need anything or not.
You don’t have to worry about a pesky cold snap below 70 degrees.
You have witched from heat to A/C in the same day.
You hear, “Hey, y’all, watch this!” as daddy starts the mower and you pray those won’t be his last words.
You know if it grows, it sticks; if it crawls, it bites.
You help grandma with puttin’ in her tomato and okra garden.
You start planning for all state festivals named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect or animal.
You make room in the freezer for the other white meat called catfish.
You know to keep an eye out for the 10,000 known types of spiders in the South, plus some no one has ever seen before.
You know there are four seasons: Almost Summer, Summer, still Summer and Christmas.
You take granddaddy’s shotgun out for a run.
You consider100°F is “a little warm.”
You think iced tea is appropriate for all meals and started drinking it when you were two. And you won’t consider drinking it without sugar.
You think turn signals will give away your next move’s to the big sale to get a new sundress.
You work in your garden till you’re done or it’s too dark to see.
Your local papers cover national and international news on one page, but local gossip and sports take six.
So how do you know it's spring in your neck of the woods? I'll give a cute butterfly and flower compact mirror for you pocketbook from the answers.