Jinxing Spring?

I grew up in a household shrouded in arcane practices relating to various superstitions. If you knocked over the salt shaker, you had to sprinkle it over your left shoulder. If you forgot something when you left the house, you had to sit down for a few seconds before retrieving it. God forbid that you tempted fate by raising an umbrella in the house or walking under a ladder. The superstition that has in fact stayed with me the longest is the one saying it's bad luck to put shoes on a table. (The recently departed used to be laid out for viewing on a kitchen table so supposedly the shoes foreshadow a death in the family.) To this day, I'm embarrassed to admit that I NEVER put shoes on a table.

All of this leads me to my present subject. I'm staring forlornly out at a foot of freshly fallen snow. Two days ago the ground was bare. Two days ago I went outside, raked up a side garden, and put out some spring bird ornaments that I'd bought from the dollar store.

Did I jinx spring? I just had to get out there and pretend the warmer weather was here to stay. It all has an inevitability about it--like the iceberg forming in the Atlantic while shipbuilders were blithely constructing the "unsinkable" Titanic. (Thomas Hardy in "The Convergence of the Twain" has nothing on my fatalism.)

But did I REALLY jinx spring? I'm staying indoors for the next few days just in case...