The very next day revealed this.
I always judge the arrival of spring by rhubarb sightings.
It's a ritual I inherited from my Dad. He would always announce that spring was really here because his rhubarb was up. I hate to disturb my patch but this year I must take a clump of rhubarb root down to Porcupine Hollow. Hopefully the deer won't decide to make a salad of spring greens of it.