Here are some of the signs of spring around here.
1. I had the air conditioners running 2 days in a row and had to turn the furnace back on the next day. When it started up it had that burning dusty rusty smell it has the first time I use it in the fall, but not as bad. Just because it hadn't been running for awhile.
2. It seems like it rained 5 days a week last month but I never keep track. April showers bring May flowers. And May rain and possibly May flurries, but you never hear about that.
3. I've heard a lot of motorcycles ripping up and down the highway a few blocks away. I can tell by the sound that the crotch rockets are doing well over the 35 MPH speed limit, but the cops can't catch them and they do whatever they want. BTW, if I ever look in my side-view mirror and see a biker splitting lanes, I'm going to whip my door open right in front of them. It's not my fault if they're breaking the law when I have to open my door to spit. And if they have to buy me a new door that's okay, I don't mind. It wouldn't piss me off like the @$$hole who parked his bike under the gas tank of my van while I was stopped.
4. My neighbors are spending a lot more time in their driveways with their stereos thumping, and talking loudly. They have to talk loud because they're standing next to a car with the stereo thumping. It seems like I posted this already but maybe I'm just getting senile. They aren't social distancing so I probably posted about that.
5. My flowers have been loving the rain and the days it was warm. My feet didn't even get cold one day when I was out walking around on the concrete barefoot. It was mid-70s one day and mid-50s the next, but that's Michigan for you. I'll have a bunch of ugly lilies blooming before too long, and my wonderful perfume-scented roses in a few weeks. I told my neighbors to come over and cut off as many roses as they want when they start blooming. Don't knock on the door, don't ask me, just come over and start cutting. The roses were well established years before I moved in back in '91 and they're one of the place's few good qualities.
6. I've been hearing a lot more birds singing lately. After dark, before dawn, it doesn't matter to some of them. There were a half dozen seagulls across the street squawking last week, and I'm a
long way from the sea. I don't know where they come from. I've heard or seen robins, cardinals, mourning doves, pigeons, crows, bluejays, geese, and as many birds that I couldn't identify as I could.
My ex must have planted the grape hyacinths in the middle of the front yard a long time ago but I don't remember anything but grass being there. They just popped up in the lawn and I mowed around them at first, then over them. That's a bad place for them to be. If you turn them upside down they look like tiny bunches of grapes. The tulips pop up before the snow melts, and there's something else with narrow leaves mixed in with them I still haven't identified. They don't look like pictures of daffodils I see online but they're closer to that than anything else I know of. The whole area was covered with dozens of kinds of wildflowers I planted before but not anymore. If I remember I'll post a couple of pics of whatever these things are next to the tulips when they bloom in awhile. And you don't even need to ask, no, I never painted around the front porch. I need to get someone to sandblast it. Here's how my flowers looked about 10 days ago.