Near Spring

I've lived in southern Utah long enough to know that we are not yet free of the snow and ice.  We are, however, in the middle of a March thaw that puts me in mind of spring.  The equinox is not until later in the week, but already we've had temps over 70F.  The last frost was, I think, five or six days ago.  The bulbs—crocus, daffodil, tulip—are out of the ground and starting to bloom.  The buds on the elm trees are swollen.  We are burning only in the morning, and I've still got plenty of my March wood stacked and waiting.  I finished pruning the fruit trees yesterday.  The yard, such as it is, has turned green.  And, of course, around the edges of The Farm my ears are starting to catch the song of the lark.