Guys, a thunderstorm woke me up this morning and I officially knew: it is Spring.
My wool coat has been on the coat rack for like, four days, while my trench coat has been in heavy rotation.
A fucking bird flew into my apartment (apparently this has been happening all over Chicago)
The Rifle Paper Co. iPhone cases have launched! (Psst, it looks like you can get 10% off with a code from Cup of Jo)
My basil plants have started coming in! And look pretty much exactly like this painting right now, but I have high hopes for them.
It's been warm enough to take Lucille Austero to the beach! I think she's going to dig her first Chicago summer.
What are your telltale first signs of Spring? And is anyone else welcoming it with opener-than-usual-arms because this winter was just the worst thing ever in the history of winters? Seriously, that time we got 20 inches of snow was better than this winter.