Astute readers of the Dope know that the seasons do not “officially” begin and end at the solstices and equinoxes, as the makers of calendars purport. In fact, Cecil points out that meteorologists consider June, July, and August to be “summer,” which by extension would make Sep/Oct/Nov “fall,” Dec/Jan/Feb “winter,” and March 1 the first day of “spring.” This closely corresponds to the traditional understanding (none of my military history books, which are seriously concerned with the start of the campaign seasons in the past, have ever described March as “winter,” for example) and to the weather as I have experienced it.
So yesterday afternoon, March 1, I’m walking one of my dogs here in Virginia and I spot a brownish, reddish lump sitting in the grass in the distance. It looks like a ball or something. As we approach, it hops, and I realize it’s a robin.
The first one I’ve seen this year.
That would make it the proverbial first robin of spring. “Official” evidence that spring has already arrived!
So later this month, when the know-it-all wannabes start yakking about the first day of spring, tell them it already happened and they missed it.
A little bird told me!