Spring is sprung.
The grass is riz.
I wonder where
The flowers is?
And so, with that bit of doggerel, I announce that spring is arrived on more than just the calendar. For one thing, Angelborough is filthy.
When I lived in NYC, spring wasn’t heralded by filth, but up here in the frozen north, every snowstorm brings with it a hefty coating of sand, gravel and yuck. We lay that on the roads in order to create a driving surface known as “slurry” and there it stays until it gets washed away.
That washing away happens one of two ways: first, the city sends out street sweepers, which perform the very necessary function of pushing the dirt all around while making a lot of noise. The streets afterward are just as dirty, but in different places.
The second cleaning happens when it rains. First you have a little drizzle, and what that does is it creates a scent you only encounter once a year, in pre-spring. Again it’s not enough to wash away the dirt, but each droplet hits the ground and sends up microscopic particles of dust and dirt. You’re breathing this stuff, and you know it’s going to be spring because otherwise all this stuff would still be stuck to the snow, and not to the ground that happened to be under the snow when it melted.
After that comes the first Big Rain, and that clears off the grass, the road surface, your driveway, your roof — and then spring has sprung.
Coming up soon: dirty feet, the first sign of summer. Because, as I’ve mentioned before, my children are allergic to socks. As soon as possible, they strip off their shoes and socks and set their shameful exposed piggies right into the grass.
What are your personal favorite signs of spring? First sign of summer? Answer in the comment box or at your blog (and I’ll link to it.)