Spring is springing here in Boulder.
Sure, the weather’s warming and the robin has returned.
Arguably the best indicator, however, is the recent reappearance of the sprinkler … something I was made aware of just this morning.
No, I didn’t just see it; I rode my little red bicycle right through it’s jet stream.
See, for all of the participants in and graduates from higher education who live here, it seems that the difference between cement, asphalt and grass remains a mystery.
Similarly, for all of those environmental Nazis, er, advocates, you’d think that they’d be concerned enough about wasting water to at least direct the sprinkler’s water flow in the direction of something that’s some hue of green.
I love Boulder’s summer months, but the sprinkler conundrum continues to miff me.