How do I know? It has nothing to do with the budding forsythia I saw down in Princeton, NJ, or the New Jersey trout fishermen I saw along the Pequest River yesterday or at the Millstone River basin and adjacent canal off Washington Street in Princeton, or the blooming daffodils on the Dodge Estate along Route 206, or even the half dozen groundhogs I saw scampering along the side of the highway as I drove back to the Aerie today. No, proof that spring has really arrived is on the windshield of the Tundra in the form of squished bugs.
(Also, the ladybugs are appearing on the outside of the windows. Oh, and the mourning doves on the deck are really pitching woo to the point of being pornographic.)
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