Skunk cabbage and speed traps begin sprouting up all over town.
Jogging suddenly seems strangely attractive, although not quite enough to make you do it more than once or twice.
Everyone’s walking around in Folk Fest hoodies.
Speaking of which, you’re nursing a wicked string-band hangover. Best cure for that: Parliament-Funkadelic — balance you right out.
You question spreading all that gravel on your driveway this past winter, now that you have to rake it from your lawn.