Signs of Spring

Winter must be vanquished. Thankfully, it appears the gods are doing their job quite well. You can tell spring is almost here because:

• Spring training started (duh). And I am totally stoked for the regular baseball season to begin.
• The crocuses and daffodils are emerging.
• The forsythia is starting to bloom.
• I have finished reading my winter stack o’books. Mrs. Rootchopper gets me a couple of books every Christmas. Plus I add a few. This keeps me from doing insane things like riding my bike on icy roads.
  • An historical novel set in the 2nd World War.
  • A biography of Stonewall Jackson
  • An account of the sinking of the Lusitania.
  • A memoir of a solo bike ride around the world.
  • A biography of Sam Cooke.
• I have a big pile of unread magazines that stacked up because of all the books.
• I can now ride to work much faster because I am not carrying a 600 page book.
• The Mule has been treated to its post-winter TLC at the bike shop.
• Big Nellie is on the streets. I don’t ride my recumbent in sub-freezing temperatures because its front wheel slides out on slippery surfaces.
• The wovel is looking forlorn and forgotten.
• Lance Mamilstrong is out on his bike with all his clones.
• The lawn mower has been prepped.
• The Errandonnee is underway.
• The Vasa ride is only a week away. (You should sign up. When you finish you get some soop.)
• Birds are making a serious amount of noise before sunrise.
• I have to refill the bird feeder much more frequently.
• My pants have done shrunk. (Need some long rides and hikes soon!)
• My allergies have knocked me for a loop.
• I want to feel sunlight on my face in a big way.
• The weatherman says there will be three 70-degree days this week. (Tears of joy.)

Did I miss any?