Today is what makes the Minnesota winters bearable – the promise of spring. Delivered.
Our street came alive today. A Vespa puttered past. Driver wearing shorts. Young couples with babies in strollers. Children outmaneuvered their parents and giggled at their sidewalk success. Teenagers shot baskets. Old folks puttered gently in the yard knowing tomorrow their backs and knees will talk back. Birds and squirrels realized rehearsal was over. This is the real deal.
Afternoon temps warmed to the low 60’s. Low 40's tonight. Perfect for the firepit.
Green has begun to push back through the tip ends of every tree on the block. Winds gush through the new growth. But this time, they are warming breezes. Last week's cold is forgiven and forgotten.
We’re late getting the screen porch up. Some deck repairs come first. But the lack of cover doesn’t inhibit the Mystery Woman from enjoying our weather gift. She and the dog have been sitting in the sun, listening to Madam Butterfly.
It has been so long since the little dog has had full yard privileges, she is still a bit confused. That, or modest. She pokes her head into the cluster of day lilies only to leave her business end in plain sight. Comical, yes, but efficient, too.
And one can only hope that’s the worst that happens this Spring. Not another metaphor.
We’re out of patience with metaphors. Literally and figuratively.