Most people around here say that seeing a robin is the first sign of spring. I disagree. I have seen robins in December, drinking at our (heated) birdbath. Some of them stay for the winter, opting not to make the long flight south. It is one of the signs of spring, but not the only one.
Some also would say that when the juncos leave and fly north is a true sign of spring. And yet still today there are juncos around. Dandelions are up, at least a few of them. The grass is greener. Trees are starting to bud out. Magnolias are in bloom.
But what I used to consider the real sign of spring was a centipede in the house. We saw one just a few days ago. It was a young one, hiding unless you knew where to look. Let's just say that he went swimming and leave it at that.
The final sign of spring for me was seeing my first earwig outside. This is not a sign I relish. I do not like them as you may know if you have been reading and following closely. He was outside in the sand that moments later was swept up by the street cleaner. If I saw one, then I am quite sure there are thousands more hiding out under leaves or planters or mulch.
Earwigs are a sign of spring that I could do without.
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