Wednesday, February 12, 2020


This is the 16th "spring" I've had this blog and every year, I think I've mentioned the first sign of spring is not a robin sighting or what Punxsutawney Phil has to say.  It's the arrival of, and the aroma of the first skunk of the new year.

Skunks get hungry at the end of the winter, and they go looking for love when spring arrives.

This year is something out of the ordinary.  The skunks never went away, at least in my neighborhood.  They were a constant presence because the weather never really cooled off,  and temperatures never went below zero.  I smelled.  I saw. 

I really think we're in for an early spring, in spite of some really cold weather predicted for the end of the week and the start of the weekend.    The skunks know.