There are many indicators of the changes in seasons used by people to gauge when spring arrives. Some folks rely upon the appearance of certain flowers, such as members of the crocus family, while others use the presence of tree buds to make the official announcement.
For me, the sighting of the year's first honeybee told me that winter has passed.
Temperatures were in the mid-50s today in Northwest Ohio, and this particular bee was far from at the height of its metabolism, but it methodically bounced from flower to flower, gathering nectar and distributing pollen to the plants it visited. After a moment the honeybee rose into the sky, and returned to its nest with the acquired plant products.
My dog by this time was getting impatient, as we were in the midst of a walk through the neighborhood. He did not share my interest in the natural world, except as it pertained to the presence of squirrels and cats.