Forget the Farmers’ Almanac or the calendar, we have our own signs of spring.
If our crocus are blooming in snow, it’s early spring. This happens every year in northern Colorado! It’s worse when it’s daffodils or tulips; those two hate getting frozen while crocus seem to adapt. BTW, this is someone else’s picture and it’s awesome!
If you have dandelions amongst all of your bulbs, it’s probably mid-spring. I never can enjoy my tulips or wind flowers or grape hyacinths, without a spot of yellow! I think that I should just accept dandelions as another spring flower and let them bloom. The trouble is what happens after they flower!
In March and April, this is the first map I look at:
Aren’t spring allergies are the worst? They seem to be getting worse every year, too. It seems like allergies make sufferers miserable for about a month, and then it’s over. For me, it doesn’t help that my birch tree, which I adore, does this every year:
For those of you not in the know, those are male catkins, pollen shedding machines!
Another sign of a northern Colorado spring are those sunny and warm days with a light breeze—perfect weather to hang clothes on the line. As soon as you do, this happens:
Today I hung two loads of laundry on my clothesline, and sure enough the clouds roll in and it starts sprinkling. The rain just lasts just a few minutes, but I don’t want my clothes all covered with pollen, dust, and who knows what else, so off they go to the dryer, getting dry without the extras.
Our favorite sign of spring is this one:
We’ve been going to garage sales off and on for a month and a half, and I hit several with my family while in MI. It’s always nice to see what people are selling in different places. It varies wildly, don’t you know?
I just have a couple of things to show. The others are holiday “finds” so I’m saving them for later.
I haven’t seen this snack set pattern before:
$5 seems like a fair price, and I liked the shape of the plate, but … Kathy and I are the proud owners of a 12 piece snack set that we haven’t used, yet! Kathy wanted to use it for Bunco, but I couldn’t find the box storing them anywhere. I had set them down in the garage until I could find a spot, and they got lost in all the other boxes of stuff out there. You know it’s time to clean out collections when you can’t find 12 plates and 12 cups!
My dad was so excited by this:
This was exactly like his mother’s ironer, or do they call them pressers, and he could vividly remember when she got it. She was thrilled! He thinks that it was the late 1930s or early ’40s when everyone’s clothing was cotton, wool, or even worse, linen. There were three kids to keep presentable, as well as her and her husband. No one would dream of leaving the house without being pressed and spit polished. It’s funny now, but it was a real thing then. Wives were judged mercilessly by others on how their families were turned out. Hence, the giant ironer that could get all of those horrible wrinkles gone much better than those cast-iron irons that heated on a stove.
Back in Fort Collins, Kathy and I were amused by this “modern” convenience:
You could tell it was some kind of mixer/chopper thing, or maybe a butter churn. When we got closer, the lid gave away its identity—malted milk mixer. Wow, so specific! Could we mix up Ovaltine, or maybe that Nesquick strawberry mix stuff with our milk? I wonder if this initially was not for milkshakes, but to add malted milk power (dried malted cereals and milk) to milk. Malted milk was initially a beverage for infants and invalids, so you might want a mixer if you had one of those in the household. Later, teenagers would want this to mix up flavored “malts” for their friends.
We saw this at another estate sale, and found it amusing:
The tag says, “Amazing Bohemian basket lamp shade” and I think that’s as good of a description as any. It’s pretty amazing, and you could make the argument that it’s boho. Neither of us bought it, though. I think you would have to have just the right hanging fixture to use this shade. I would be kind of worried about it catching fire, no matter what else was going on. Those little baskets around the edge were pretty odd, but fun.
This is a first for us:
an ugly butterfly pin. Honestly, they can be kind of pedestrian, or maybe too much like other pins, but they aren’t ugly. We just looked at this and wondered how something could go so wrong. The thrift store is crazy if they think they’re going to get $4.99 for it. It’s not ugly enough to be funny; it’s just bad.
We were wondering why the kitty was covering its eye:
Taking a gander at the strange dog picture right next to it answered that question. What is going on here? There are dogs, and dog-like people made of beans or beads? Are they doing tricks, serving tea? If ever there were a good time for us to be able to read multiple languages, this would be it.
This post has been mostly good, so let’s end on something bad:
Why would anyone want this? Where would you want to display it—on the side of your mailbox? The front of your house? Nowhere? It’s all brown, big, and blechy. Maybe put it in a time capsule of the 1970s, so everyone in the future could be horrified, too. Even the dang flowers are brown! This must be a mailbox on a dirt road!
As always, thanks for reading. We would love to see what you’ve found at garage sales—it couldn’t be any worse than what we see!