Decided yesterday that I’m declaring that winter is officially over. Mother Nature may have other plans, but I’m done.

This determination came as we were walking Daisy on the bike path. Daffodils were bobbing their heads in clusters on the sides of the path, getting buffeted by the chilly wind. I was bundled in a down coat and winter hat. Enough! It’s almost mid-April, and the down coat is getting retired for the season.

Spring is so fickle on the Cape. Our balmy March lulled us into thinking that sunshine and warmth were within our grasp. Then came April with icy rain and the insult of snow.

In spite of recent weather, signs all around us point to the fact that Spring is here. There are buds on the lilac bush. Perennials are breaking through winter bare ground. Hardy little crocuses and daffodils put forth determined splashes of color. Ice cream stands and seasonal restaurants are opening for the season with special pricing to lure in the locals before the tourists arrive.

Meeting friends for opening weekend at the Landfall today. I’ll be the one wearing a Spring jacket!