The snow has melted, the clouds have cleared, and 60-degree weather has arrived in my neck of the woods. At least for today. I’m not busting out the shorts yet, but I’m hopeful that spring is actually coming.
Quinn is too. He saw three signs of good weather today and it tossed him right over the edge.
1. We sighted a ladybug. That poor thing clung to the front of my car windshield all the way to my house from 7-11. I can only imagine its terror.
2. We saw new flower growth.
3. We saw leaf buds on the trees. You’ll have to trust me on this one.
Corollary: This led to my seeing a sure-fire sign of spring: Quinn jumping up and down shouting, “Yay! It’s spring! Yay! It’s spring! Yay, it’s spring!”
Supporting observation: I also have a cold, which I will refer to as a “spring cold.” Hence, it is spring.
Stupid spring, making me sick. Snowmaggedon didn’t make me sick.