Signs of Spring:
It’s too damn hot in Florida, again. (You’ll know it’s summer when you can’t breathe.)
Signs of Spring:
It’s too damn hot in Florida, again. (You’ll know it’s summer when you can’t breathe.)
AMEN.
tiger swallowtail butterflies
It must be spring: I (the Maritime Canadian) am throwing open the windows when it’s 55 degrees, wearing a tanktop, sleeping on top of the sheets at night, and complaining about how balmy it is, while my husband sits silently, nippin’.
My cat killed a bird.
When people fall asleep in class and the teacher opens the window to wake them up, they stay asleep.
people have “omg my allergies are the WORST! I should have stayed home today” “mine are even worserer! I usually take ninety four pills but didn’t today and so they’re terrible! maybe I’ll go home early today!” “well I took all my ninety-four pills and my allergies are STILL worse than yours! I think I’m going to die right now!” contests while waiting for class to start.
if I put my hair in a way that isn’t tightly styled (like if I straighten it or curl it or plait it the night before so that it’s all wavy) it gets flat and frizzy and I look like a crazy hoosier girl within like twenty minutes. That happened today and I thought, “damn. must be spring.”
Seniors are going nuts because they want to get out of school and have a lot to think about.
Sno-cone stands! yay for sno-cones! I hate sno cones, but I like having a place to walk with people.
suntans. Everyone’s talking about tanning so that they don’t burn in the summer. I, for one, plan on wearing sunscreen and burning anyway.
I can hear the mom next door hollering at her kids again. The screaming goes on year round, but during winter we keep our windows closed. Poor young’uns.
It’s spring because the students in my third grade class are staring to wear shorts, but still being forced by their moms to bring a coat to school.
It’s spring because I have my first bouquet of flowers from the yard on my coffee table. The tulips and daffodils bloomed earlier, but I don’t cut them for indoor decor. My first vase full today was mainly spirea, apple blossoms, and huge pink azaleas.
Oh, and I cleaned the carpets. A sure sign that the spring/summer entertaining season is here.
its spring because my apartment complex is a stones-throw away from the town’s Little League field, so on weekends I am awoken by ping (cheers and shouts)
ping
(more cheering)
ping
My two are when the local frozen custard stand opens for the season and when the drive-in opens.
We’ve been for milkshakes once so far, and we’re waiting for the drive-in to show something better than “Larry the Cable Guy”.
OTOH, I’m wearing sweats because it’s cold outside.
Robin
The best sign happened today - it’s spring because Yo Burrito has their pineapple salsa back! The tomatillo is fine, but I wait with baited breath for the pineapple. It’s seasonal.
The sound of “flip flop flip flop” as flip flops make their annual reappearance.
If you live in a student area, students migrating outdoors and the reappearance of stolen couch reports as people try to light up the night by burning your couch. (Yah, been there! Though I have never personally torched on apparently my backyard was a good place to do it)
That’s one of my all-time Larson faves. If I knew what book it was in, I’d buy that book, just for that cartoon.
I no longer have to chip away rock-hard iceballs to clean my horse’s feet. Instead, I have to scrape away sticky, congealed mud/straw/manure globs to *find * her feet before I can clean them.
I can look at pretty women’s feet without a credit card!