This is how we know it’s spring around here . . .
1. It still looks and feels like winter. This year, a lot of people are complaining because last year it was about 80 degrees in March. I don’t understand this complaint–did the subsequent drought and record heat wipe your memory of all preceding years? I think it’s important to remember that wasn’t normal! Chicago did not magically migrate to Texas!
2. Once it’s out of the 40s, I turn off the furnace. My husband, Trevor, turns it on. I turn it off. Trevor turns it on. You get the idea.
3. Goose poop. Not in the house. Outside. But lots of it. Why do they hate us? Is it because they’re Canadian?
4. My toes make their first real appearance in five months. For some reason, I am the only one who celebrates.
7. Severe weather!
9. The kids pull out their summer clothes and start wearing shorts and T-shirts to school when the temperature hits 50.
10. We finally finishing last fall’s outdoor projects, like pulling last year’s dead plants out of the planters, just in time to plant something new.
11. I make my annual resolution to develop an appreciation for baseball, as the first step in becoming a fan. My resolve lasts about an inning and a half.
12. Walking into the backyard, we catch the smell of dirt and young plants. And all the dog poop that was frozen and hidden beneath the snow.
13. The dog, who has been inexplicably shedding all winter, sheds more and faster.
14. We rejoice as the first buds appear, followed by blossoms and blooms . . . then the weeds start growing. And cruel reality crushes our ideals once again.
What signs did I miss?
© 2013 Amy Simpson.