Here on the north coast, the first day of spring is not determined by the date the big yellow ball crosses some imaginary line. Rather each person's first day of spring is the date the last snow melts from your yard.
Today is my first day of spring. I will celebrate at sunset with a "first kiss" of Mount Gay Extra Old. (a small reward for the task of cleaning up 4 months of accumulated dog poop:eek
Is it spring yet where you live?