The mesquite finally shed all its leaves this past weekend. Half of them on Sunday and the rest on Monday, I think it must have been. Although I never heard the WHOOMPH sound that they presumably made when they fell in one great, heavy clump.
So now it's more or less spring around here. Feels like spring, anyway, with daytime temperatures in the seventies and a little rain coming in this weekend. I've already begun craving fresh tomatoes and cantaloupe and feeling that daily spring itch to check every morning on my sad little pots of dead plants in anticipation of bright new growth, so those are good signs that things are moving right along.