Observation #287

I have my own ways of identifying the beginning of each season. This year, we have been plagued by the 17 year cicadas, so that has been my unofficial start of Summer. In general though, I feel like Summer begins when I see the first lightning bugs at dusk.  Spring has sprung when I see the first robins flying in the sky. Winter is when I smell the first snow, even if it doesn't. Fall comes when I see the first leaf changing colors. I wonder how everyone else defines their seasons.