After a week of feeling severely jet-lagged from Daylight Savings Time without the actual benefit of having actually traveled anywhere, I officially surrender. I can think of no more signs of spring. I thought about “sun,” but it’s not shining today. Maybe “sixties,” as in temperatures in that range, but that’s not going to happen either. “Sweat.” Remember sweat? Remember what it felt like to be warm enough to actually perspire? “Sneezes” as in the return of seasonal allergies, but that just seems too depressing.
I thought about birds. I know robins don’t migrate, but I did see some red-winged blackbirds. Maybe they’re back for spring? Nope. Mockingbirds? No, not them either. Chimney swifts? We have a whole colony of those that live in the chimney next door. They do head south in the winter, but they’re not back yet.
So, I give up. The first day of spring is just 5 days away but I, personally, am not feeling it. At least it’s Friday.
Any ideas out there for my sixth Sign of Spring? Please, give us some hope…