Pick One

I left the house coatless this morning. There, in the church lobby area, I noticed most others dressed in the same way.

April arrives on Tuesday.

There is one tiny patch of snow in my yard. Just behind the mailbox and protected from the warm rays of the sun’s melting power, this little spot is the last reminder of winter.

While I have yet to have the visual reminder of spring, members of my family have (finally) spotted robins in the yard.

And then, at dinner tonight, my daughter announced hearing a weather report of more of the white stuff that shall remain nameless here. And it is arriving along with April.

Ah, the idiosyncrasies of Minnesota seasons.

The year I was planning my wedding gave us an unseasonably cold summer, right up until the week before I married. The week of my wedding was one of those “you could fry an egg on the pavement” times. I threatened to ditch the long sleeved satin for shorts and a tank top, but a reprieve arrived the day of the ceremony in the form of seventy degrees.

We’ve had Halloween blizzards and balmy March days. We put our fireplace to use one year when Independence Day warranted it. Some years, we only dream of a white Christmas. Other times, we just want to stop having to shovel so much of it before the guests arrive.

And that is the beauty of Minnesota. Don’t like the weather? Wait a day or two. Another (misplaced) season just might be on its way.