I suppose I could only take it as a harbinger of spring. On Monday, while washing my hands at work, a spied a single sprout growing up from the drain. This is inside, mind you, where plants usually grow from pots, not in sinks. I have chosen to dub it "The Vernal Miracle" instead of "a sign that my office lacks proper sanitation."
This really blows my mind, especially since it would seem to mean that plants don't need sun, water and soil as much as they do soap, metal pipes and coffee residue. I wonder if we can charge admission for people to see this, or possibly bring terminally ill relatives to perhaps benefit from its magic.