I start coughing, our forsythia starts blooming, and the noisy heating system in my shop mercifully shuts off due to the brilliant sunshine heating up the South-facing wall of windows.
I'm sure most woodworkers look forward to Spring as much as I do, when we can open the windows in our shops and breathe fresh air, instead of sawdust and paint thinner, and share the noises emitting from our planers and table saws with our appreciative neighbors.
How do I know my neighbors appreciate the melodious tunes of my power tools? Because whenever they see me, they wave like crazy. The odd thing is, the neighbors on both sides of my house must have experienced a similar unfortunate accident that claimed all but the middle finger on their right hands. Despite this, they wave. God love 'em.