Anyone who has lived in the Upper Midwest knows that we define Spring a little differently than the rest of the country. I distinctly remember wearing shorts in high school as soon as it hit 40 degrees. That is a heat wave for us when we have experienced months of temperatures and wind chills that have not made it above zero degrees.
It also means the neighborhood comes back to life. Children we have not seen for months reemerge, much taller and sometimes unrecognizable. I cannot wait for warmer weather, kids running around until 10:00pm, bonfires, the smell of freshly cut grass…..it cannot come soon enough as far as I’m concerned.
But for now, this is as good as it gets
Walking the dog in flip flops (and tube socks!) with an admirer trying to catch up
And a hockey player going all Woody Harrelson (White Men Can’t Jump) on me