Snow arrived again. In time for Easter Sunday. Ah, Minnesota. *** No matter, I say. I will still prepare the eggs. Bright, shiny jewels. *** Symbols of rebirth Joy at the return of Sun(Son) Grace, our precious gift.
Spring time beckons, Love. Rain storms instead of snow storms. But Winter persists... *** Minnesota, yeah. Land of five months of winter. Spring likes to tease us. *** Still, like a lover. We fall for her charms again. And embrace her warmth.
Superbowl Sunday. Minnesota gives you snow. She gives you cold wind. *** Welcome, visitors. We hope you enjoy your stay. Now: go home in peace. *** Once your team has played, No matter what the outcome. It is JUST a GAME.
Cinnamon, mmm, hmm. On top of coffee with cream. Life is so right now. Hey, Minnesota. Your icy grip won't scare me. Grandma was a Swede.
Candles gleaming inside... You know the song, right? It is a lovely one, a favorite Christmas song. But now Christmas has passed, and this final weekend of 2017 we in the Twin Cities (and north) we are under a wind chill advisory. When I got out of bed this morning, it was -16F with a … Continue reading Frosted window pane
Where is home for you? This is a question my mother-in-law asked me once, thinking perhaps that I would answer "Bemidji" where my grandparents had lived, where I spent my summers growing up, where my parents had retired. But I did not answer, and had to think about that question. I moved once a year … Continue reading Where is home for you?