The Little Engine That Signaled Spring

As I was sitting here reading other people's blog posts yesterday, I heard what I assumed was a motorcycle that had fallen deathly ill driving, or attempting to drive, down our street. I turned to watch it out the window behind my desk (how handy is that? I can spy without moving). I watched it cross the intersection after making the required stop at the stop sign and then it sort of puttered out once it tried to go further down the street. The driver, perhaps realizing he was getting nowhere slowly, turned around to go back the way he came. However, once he stopped at the stop sign again, his attempts to move forward only resulted in the engine shutting off in the middle of the intersection thereby forcing him to roll the bike backwards so as to not be killed by passing cars.

As I watched him attempt to start this "motorcycle" up numerous times, I was reminded of Grease 2 and Max Caulfield's attempts to learn to ride a motorcycle in order to impress Michelle Pfeiffer. The guy outside my window even had the same helmet.

As I started to hum "Cool Rider," the motorcycle started up (although with no roar), and the guy proceeded to putter with a little more speed down my street.

Spring is coming people. Even if it is just puttering in.

Real live flowers outside my front door. A pleasant surprise gift from the previous homeowners.

Unlike the missing window in our foyer door.

Or taking the back porch swing with them when they moved.