I've come back to Minnesota just in time for the big thaw, and it's an early one. But if the Canadian geese are already back then it's probably not a false alarm. I place great stake on their comings and goings.
If anyone is old enough to remember their mother defrosting the Frigidaire, it's the same principle, a lot of drip, drip, crunch, drip, and a big sloppy mess. Mother Nature doesn't do it any better.
I like to say it's the ug-ugliest time of the year, when no outsiders should be allowed to visit the state. Drive down any freeway and witness the apocalyptic look of the landscape; black, rotting snow, exposed litter and sad, soggy brown grass. And that's not counting my driveway, not shoveled for months while I was away, it's a slushy, crusty, slippery disaster zone.
Soon though the trees will be blooming, the frogs singing and that smell of damp earth and green growth will signal another season. I'm working on a litte re-birth in the blog department, aiming for a cleaner design and more readable (older eyes have asked for this) text, along with better use of photos.
Meanwhile it may get worse before it gets better, as those road construction signs say, thanks for your patience.
