What a Difference a º Makes

Yesterday brought on the first noticeable signs of the turn of seasons. It only hit the mid 40ºs, but in true Minnesotan style, spring was in the air. I took Waylon for a walk and we were competing with the bikes on the sidewalks of Uptown. Puddles were blocking paths and intersections where snow was melting too fast to run off. The local sports were already encamped outside Bryant Lake Bowl & Herkimer for happy hour. People were out, smiling and happy without layers of winter wear.

I myself got out in the backyard and scooped up some of those winter poop piles. Then dusted off the new back patio to make room for a lawn chair or two. Hopes were high to bring the fire pit up and throw a log on the fire over the weekend. Alas - today is a return to dreary grey gloom. There is a mist of something like rain and the temps have returned to the measly 30s. Will it ever rear its head oh might March?