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I know what you're all thinking. Doesn't she realise that we're already into the first month of Summer? Isn't declaring the start of Spring a bit redundant when it actually finished six days ago?
But calendars aside, you can take it on my good authority that we have finally entered the season of chirping birds, budding trees and "pitty pitty flowers".
And what do I base this assumption on, I hear you ask? Oh, nothing so mundane as the first of September or the Spring Equinox. Nor do I base it on temperature changes and climate. I have a much more foolproof method at my disposal.
Today, for the first time since last Summer ... I shaved my legs all the way up to the top rather than just to the knee.
It's not something I decided to do, just a natural instinct that seems to kick in when Spring has finally begun. Birds fly to warmer climates, fish swim upstream, and I go the whole hog with defuzzing my legs.
And if that doesn't just scream Spring, then I don't know what does!
