I woke and it was winter again
A Minnesota spring is a fickle thing.
The temperature transitions from minus 30 to 40 above overnight. For a solid week, the piles of snow begin to melt away, winter coats are set aside, and I could almost imagine bud nubs forming on the trees.
But then I wake to a gray sky and a healthy layer of fresh snow and I feel I am in Narnia’s endless winter.
It’s not the snow so much that I mind, it’ll be the waking suddenly to a 70-degree day, which starts the miserably sweltering summer, and missing spring altogether that gets on my tits.
A true equinox baby, I relish my in-between times, my autumn and spring, the transition phases. I like my weather temperate. Something I’ve only briefly experienced living in Bath and yearn to experience again, yes, yearn.
Instead, I have positioned myself among the pine trees, land-locked here in the middle of the middle of nowhere.
in the post
I began addressing a “holiday” update postcard this weekend. Yesterday I addressed my 100th postcard and still had another 80 or so addressees to attend to. A good problem to have, I’m told.
I ordered more and will plan to get them out by next weekend. I’d like to hope that my wintery theme is no longer relevant by the time folks receive them, but the way things are going, I can’t be certain of any promised weather fluctuations.
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I hope your springs, whether snow-filled or bud-filled, are filling you with delight. And may your autumns, for those in the southern hemisphere, allow you to settle in and hunker down.
with love and gratitude,
