Standing on the outdoor balcony on the mezzanine level, having a cigarette and watching the traffic it occured to me:
It must be spring, all the organ donors have taken their motorcycles out of winter storage
Mindless and pointless, but I simply had to share.
That’s the kind of line that could start novels …
Sadly, that cigarette might disqualify you as an organ donor. There’s gotta be some sorta sick irony going on there. Do more smokers or bikers die every year?
Riding since 1975 (as a passenger, but a happy, willing passenger).
It must be spring/mud season because the Load Limit and Frost Heave/BUMP signs have appeared.
It must be spring. The tourists now ask for directions to spring training instead of the beach.
I think that the idea is that more bikers die young and with good organs than crusty old smokers.
It must be spring. The roads are complete shite.
(Trust me, any Torontonian knows what I’m talking about. :))
An ex-coworker of mine couldn’t do spring cleaning at her own home (explaining why would take up a thread of its own). So every year around late February or early March, she goes and tidies up the office of anybody who isn’t there to hold her down.
At least she leaves things in places where they’re easy to find and doesn’t throw anything away, but it can be quite weird, coming back to your desk to find your Piles of Papers ™ gone.
Pollen.
It’s spring and the jackhammers are blooming!
Huge stacks of Lobster Pots all over my town will soon begin getting smaller and smaller. The stacks never seem to completely go away, just get smaller as summer unfurls.
Ice Cream Shops will re-open for the season.
Clam prices might drop, but probably not. Regardless, fried clams will start appearing on “Today’s Specials” in more places.
Ah, New England. Love it here.
My co-worker’s termites have returned to swarm anew! Aah, romance is in the air.
Signs of spring here:
–Students sacked out on campus lawns, reading or dozing. Students tossing frisbees, or footballs, or baseballs, or lacrosse balls, or hackysacks. One spring I saw some Indian students having a pickup cricket game, using a couple of chairs for wickets.
Students wearing shorts, by the way, is NOT a sign of spring. Some of them do that the moment the temperature moves above 45 degrees Fahrenheit.
–Classes being held outdoors.
–Outdoor tables out, and crowded, at local restaurants.
–The first “Moving sale” signs.
This last leads to the earliest sign of summer: the caravan of cars and vans taking students out of the dorms, followed by mountains of trash and discarded furniture being hauled out of dorms and piled at the curbs off-campus.
Ahh… the sign of spring - hail damaged cars.
Tornadoes here! (Oklahoma)
glad to see others have their own signals of spring… I forgot to mention one that I remember from the years I lived in Montreal (and where is Matt to have not posted this one) — spring, when the snowdrifts recede revealing the winter’s accumulation of dog droppings… which have, for some reason, turned bright orange after months of being covered by snow
Asian lady beetles and box elder bugs. I don’t know if these are fresh ones, migrating from somewhere, or newborns, or if they’re the ones who’ve been hiding out in the walls since last fall.
The flies can’t be far behind.
The air is perfumed with the twin olfactory delights of burning ditch banks and superlative Eau d’Skonk. Must be Spring!
Large displays of Deep Woods Off![sup]TM[/sup] at the grocery store and news stories about West Nile virus.
Far Side cartoon:
‘Kids! Kids! The slugs are back!’
Signs of Spring (or what passes for it in the desert)…
Jeeeeez, the high was 87 degrees today and it’s supposted to only be 73 degrees tomorrow! Wish the weather would make up it’s mind.
Saguaro cactus in bloom.
The scent of orange blossoms floating on the breeze.