Of all the signs of returning spring, the arrival of "my" Violet-green Swallows always clinches it for me. I've seen others around the area for a few weeks, but just a few days ago, on a sunny morning, there were several suddenly at my house, flying up to the nestbox they used last year. They seem as pleased to be back as I am to have them back. I just wish I knew where they spent the winter; probably somewhere between San Diego and San Salvador.