Around 15 years ago in a far north climate, early and heavy spring rains encouraged me as much as the buds popping, etc, that spring had sprung. "Take that", Old Man Winter and I removed the heavy Fisher plow from the truck and plopped it on the ground. After all, sunny weather was here with no need to block it up for easier mounting. Plus it was way too warm to freeze into the mud it was slowly sinking it to.
A couple days later, and out of the blue, came a severe cold snap followed by an unexpected dump of wet and heavy snow. And a lot of it. Of course the plow was frozen in like it was a sword in a stone and it was at an awkward angle so mounting without thawing was impossible. Did I mention the winds of more than 50 MPH?
It took me hours to thaw and hook everything up and then twice as long to plow the heavy, wet stuff out of the way from three farm buildings and a house. I believe I spent an entire day in the cold, wet and wind. Ugh.
So, just because of my bad attitude and errant behavior it warmed up dramatically (70 ?) the next couple days and buds started to fully open. Spring had finally arrived and i was likely responsible for it's two day delay.