It’s been an unusually mild winter and spring seems to be in full swing. Even so it’s hard for gritty northerners who are battle hardened by harsh winters (self included) to let our guard down. In my case I don’t buy it until I consult my experience with phenology:
The study of cyclic and seasonal natural phenomena, esp. in relation to climate and plant and animal life
My observation of local animal life has led me to form this hard and fast springtime rule:
It is not spring until some redneck drives a truck on the ice and it sinks.
Unfortunately I’d been traveling and unable to keep an eye open for that brave soul that destroys his Ford so we can all plant crops. Which brings up a serious question:
“If somebody sinks a truck and I don’t know about it…is it still spring?
It sure seemed like spring. By March 13th: my ice damns had melted. A sure sign of spring. But I lacked conclusive proof of the seasonal shift. A wise commenter asked “How many pickup trucks have fallen through the ice, though?” and I had no answer. I needed further evidence.
Meanwhile the robins arrived. Shortly thereafter the geese arrived. Then politicians started bitching about the price of gas. I mentioned this key seasonal observation back in 2011:
“…the summertime ‘gas prices are too high pointing of fingers’. [preceeds] …the traditional ‘panel to investigate this thing which we don’t understand'”
Is that the annual congressional blovation about gas prices starting already? I avoid the news but it sure seemed to be ramping up with a good solid election year pandering season in the offing. Gosh, it’s gotta’ be spring.
Then it hit me. There must have been a massive truck sinking event. The robins knew this even if I didn’t.
I found out it happened on February 27th when 36 cars sunk all at once. (A new record!)
Forget climatologists and woodchucks in Pennsylvania, I’ve got a better model; the key ingredients are sunk trucks, geese, robins, ice damns, and political B.S.. All have been officially recognized and therefore it’s a done deal. There might be a few cold snaps left but for the most part I’m certain that Old Man Winter has checked out and left until next year.
I wonder how many of them saw their cars sinking, shrugged, and kept fishing…
Frankly… that would be epic!
My first thought was, “He is reading lumps on somebody’s head?” Never mind, wrong word!
Better than disseminating lumps right?
I mis-read this as phrenology.
I was disappointed!
Hunh. 10 miles away and I had no idea.
Well .. it’s Oshkosh. It’s like that, there.
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Holy mudder’uh’pearl. The western midsection of my ‘backyard’ has been immortalized for all eternity!
Just found your blog and can’t figure out how you got into my head. But I still like the blog.