Whaddya mean 'unrelated'? When it's spring, you can finally hang out the laundry again. Tights are laundry, right? (Though, if you're gonna get into this sort of thing, you should know that bleach, detergent and dry cycles are the enemy of lycra. Get somma dat gentle soap girls use on their fancy unmentionables, and hang it to dry. The lycra, I mean.)
We had frozen "sapsicles" hanging from two broken branches. Yesterday they melted. I know it must be spring because the first little crocus popped up. We now have flowers! Tom
I'll show YOU how much sap is running ... and segway into a pretty dang clever "you know it's spring when ..." thingie. Here's the SAP ... not at the bottom of the tree ... the top! " ... You know it's spring, when your neighbor's leaving for Hawaii means you can sneek into their yard, shinny up their damn sycamore tree without permission, to assure the 50 BILLION tons of leaves up at the top, won't be blocking out your solar panels, when the damn thing finishes blooming by end of April !!! snip snip sshhhhhh don't tell Can you imagine my 53yr old, 6'-5" carcass falling from up there? I can see it now ... americas funniest home vid's
On a serious note, I sure hope your neighbor doesn't have video surveillance on his property, like I do
Sap running = neighbor jogging (or biking, or any other outdoor athletic activity) I was referring to an old Minnesnowta joke...
You know it's spring because it's after February 15, warm breezes fill the sails, wildflowers abound, pollen is palatable, and like Hyo, the bank account is bursting while the chains which have held me to my desk are loosening just in time for trips to Yosemite, Santa Barbara, Palm Springs and Albuquerque. Oh, and it's time to get those 'fall crops' in the ground. Greetings all.
What? Chained to my desk, certainly, but the bank account's bursting? I wish I had that problem. Maybe I said the river banks were bursting...
Okay, now I know it is officially spring. I just looked out the window and I can see the Coast Guard buoy tender resetting the navigational buoys in the bay. There is no more sure sign of spring than that. Tom Edit: I walked down and took a better look at her. She is the USCGC Hollyhock (WLB 214). Here is a link to some USCG photos of her: http://www.uscg.mil/d9/cgcHollyhock/HollyhockPictures.asp
Down Evan's way I believe they call 'em, "noseeum's" ... or chiggers ... but whatever they are, you really can't see 'em . . . . . but you "WILL" know they're there.
Chiggers are quite different than noseeum's. Chiggers unleash an enzyme that bores into the skin and leaves a big hole that itches like crazy. It's like a mosquito bite x10. At least they don't fly. Noseeum's are biting mites that fly. They are no fun, but having been bit, stung, and attacked by just about every insect in North America (or it seems like it), chiggers are much nastier. Now getting chomped on by a large praying mantis takes the cake. Not many can claim that honor.
Those are the ones I consider flying teeth. Real blackflies aren't very big, but they are larger than noseeums. Despite being small, they have a huge bite that draws blood and leaves a nasty welt. I consider myself somewhat of a fly connoisseur. In the biting category we have blackflies, deer flies, horse flies, and stable flies. In the nuisance category are house flies, midge flies, and gazillions of fruit flies. There must be some reason that I live here, but I can't recall what it is at the moment. Tom