Susan has declared it. Winter is over.

The snowblower is drained, oil changed, lubed, and stored in the shed. The
push lawnmower is now in the garage, started to make sure it's ready.

The sled I use for hauling wood and the roof rake are stored with the
blower.

The drive is re-graded into a water-shedding crown for the rain tonight,
rather than the flat, don't-slip-off-the-edge version we use in winter.

How does she know winter's over? The smell of freshly spread manure as the
neighbor prepares his barley field.