You Know It’s Spring in Iowa When


  • Neighborhood kids are wearing t-shirts and shorts because the sun is shining and it’s 50 degrees.
  • The glaciers on the Rockwell Collins parking lot have become dark and dingy. They aren’t completely gone yet, but they are a lot smaller.
  • Dandelion

    Posted by "Code Poet" on Flikr. My sister Cate has seen one in bloom, which I don't doubt, and also a tom turkey trying haplessly to attract the attention of hens. Spring indeed.

    The first crocus blooms the day after the first dandelion blooms.

  • One day there are no robins. Next day they are all over the place, making noise, fighting with each other, letting the bird universe know they are here.
  • You’re riding on a bike trail in Marion and you run into a cloud of insects.
  • The sweet smell of three months of buried dog poop is everywhere.
  • Zoe finally gets a very much overdue bath.
  • Drivers in Cedar Rapids no longer seem to resent the presence of a bicycle on the street. I belong in traffic again. With the exception of male jerks driving pickup trucks. Why is that?
  • You fill up the bird feeder and the birds don’t give a damn.
  • You do one piece of yard work, and suddenly there are garden tools all over the garage and no room for a car anymore.
  • The tunnels at Mount Mercy are less crowded. At least I think they must be. I’m not in them anymore.
  • It’s light when you drive or ride your bike home.
  • It’s spring break. 2 days of hard grading followed by prep time for the busy part of the semester post break.
  • The garden stuff suddenly blooms in the aisles of Target.
  • Sledding is replaced by Frisbee golf, even if the first few rounds involve Ben sledding on mud and ruining his blue jeans. (Course, Ben could point out that I ruined blue jeans in a much more embarrassing way last summer when I bent over to pick up a Frisbee and suddenly had to hold the Frisbee just so and drive home to change my pants. Cotton tears.)
  • You can, for an hour or so a day, shut the heat off and open some windows.
  • You start thinking about training for the Bix. Then, you open a package of Thin Mints and bury yourself in them until the thinking goes away.
  • You start to wonder, again, where the rake and your work gloves are.
  • Snowdrop

    Another view of a snowdrop in my back garden. I liked the earlier photo so much that I made it my new banner when I tried out a new WordPress desgin. Do you like it?

    You notice little buds on the crab apples and hawthorns and the magnolia is starting to swell like its flowers will explode. Despite 3 months of snow cover, every plant seems to be shaking off its slumber and it feels like green things are just about to burst everywhere.

  • You don’t have to sleep under six blankets any more.
  • You meet your granddaughter at a park on C Avenue and it is crowded with tots and parents.
  • Your son has to text you “where are you” when he gets home after school because your bike got lost on the way home from the park visiting your granddaughter since your bike wanted to ride on the trail in Marion. Sheepishly, you text back (because he posed the question in Spanish) “Estoy en el parque con mi bicicleta. Estoy yendo a mi casa ahora.” Your Spanish is so rusty and you’re so bad at texting that this takes around 10 minutes—about the time it would have taken you to just ride home on your bike anyway.
  • Sweat is back , and you actually start to miss winter. Just a little. Well, not really, not yet anyway. Maybe in July.
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3 responses to “You Know It’s Spring in Iowa When

  1. brandon

    Hey now, I happen to be a male who drives a truck.

  2. crgardenjoe

    A Ranger doesn’t count. Rude drivers have F150s or big Chevys or ugly-butt Dodges. Rangers are almost the VW Bug of the truck world. One of my favorite “cars” of all time was the old white Ram 50 we used to own–a small truck built by Mitsubishi.

  3. Pat

    Crocuses and squill in Bettendorf, and the maples are blooming. Blasted promiscuous vegetables! Have sex with your own kind, and leave my nose alone!

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