A Time to Every Purpose

Six weeks ago, it looked like this in our fair city. It was beautiful, peaceful, and quiet, but if you were forced to give people directions in and around Minneapolis, it was nigh impossible because all of our wonderful landmarks were covered in white cotton. We ice skated, we sled down the hill, and we trudged walked around the deserted lake, a path we felt was devoted to just us and the die hard dog walkers, feeling superior because we were hardy and not afraid of breaking our fool necks on the skating rink below our feet.



March was kind and the snow begin to slowly melt. Soon you could even tell that those big bumps were, indeed, a kind of boat. Ice still dammed the lakes, but we began to feel insecure about those who were still insisting on ice fishing in their little huts on what we thought was probably too thin ice.



And now. Our first major spring rain. I am thankful that some of the debris on the road may be washed away. I am thankful that the trees may get some precipitation they dearly need to start budding. I am thankful that the last time we visited my inlaws, they stocked us up on allergy medication. I am thankful that I got to enjoy the beauty that was this past winter, but that we can now move on to a new time.


Welcome, Spring. Thanks for stopping by.