My Little Known Sign of Spring

It's not the lengthening of the days.

Nor the buds softening the stark tree limbs.

Not my beloved bulb plants thrusting bravely through the cold soil...

or the rhubarb gamely unfurling.

Not even the later blooms forming and bursting.

No, it's not any of the obvious natural phenomena.
It's one that's personal to me.

The return of the yoga pants.

After months of swaddling up in fleece and denim to be warm, I can don my lightweight, stretchy, comfy old friends. When cotton and lycra are sufficient protection from the now friendlier elements,
I know that spring is really here.
Aaahh....