I awoke on the first day of spring, stepped outside, and inhaled. Brrrrrrr; the temperature was 4 degrees and all the hairs on the inside of my nose froze. As I looked around, the landscape was knee-deep in snow. There was nary a blade of grass to be seen or a flower shoot to encourage to grow, but there was a blue sky above and a bright sun shining. Spring (as commonly defined with blooming trees, flowers, and green grass) has not physically arrived in Minnesota yet…we remain hopeful. Rather than post another photo of snow, I went searching for evidence that we were at least starting the transition from winter to spring. I headed to the Mississippi River in downtown Saint Paul where I joyfully found it is not frozen solid, but the water is actually flowing in this area. There were chunks of ice drifting by on their journey southward from our cold northern climes. As I stopped and listened I could hear geese calling and I saw ducks flying into the open water. And there was also a hint of warmth in the bright sunshine. Soon our snow will be gone and we will see green grass and green leaves and know that spring truly has arrived.
Thanks for the great photo. Your post reminded me of the several Easters that we had our new “spring clothes” bundled under our winter coats and slippped on icy sidewalks on the way to church. Any then it seemed we slipped right into summer with 80 temps. Ahh the Midwest!
Hi Doris – glad I could bring back some great memories for you. Spring is certainly a fickle time here in the Midwest. Looking forward to those warmer temps; know they’ll be coming sometime soon!
I love this photo!!!
Thanks, Cindy. It’s so nice to see something other than white in our landscape. Soon the seasons will change…
Yes, snow and shadows falling on the white stuff. Glad you searched for the Joy of Spring.
Trying to be optimistic about spring….it has to eventually come, doesn’t it Joani? We get really anxious to see green (unlike you in the Pac NW that get to enjoy that color year-round).