Washing dishes, I looked out the window--and the trees were green! The starkness of bare branches is yielding, day by day, to the complexity of leaves. Yesterday, discreet buds emerged. Today, they burst open. Tiny tender leaves, intricately curled and crumpled, complicated the outline of the tree. I no longer notice its black branches against the neighbor's white house. I no longer notice the house at all. I just see the leaves.
Even if the robins weren't chirping all day long, I would know that it is spring.