 Up North & Personal By Ken DeLaat Just a Typical Mid-May Sunday Morning In The Mitten You can feel it can’t you? I mean, it’s a rainy and rather chilly weekend we’re enduring as we hit the Ides of May but the evidence is everywhere that despite the delays in arrival that have become as perennial as troubles in the Tiger bullpen it is indeed the advent of our warm weather season. Lilacs began strutting their stuff last week, flowering fruit trees are busting out a little personal glory and those...  ...wonderful dandelions have spread their truly distinctive shade of yellow across fields and the lawns of the less herbicidal (weed obsessed) among us.
Yes we sit on the very cusp of our 3-4 month temperate blast, a period when we get a little respite from layering and regularly enjoy that morning cup beyond the indoor boundaries we’ve been limited to. With this in mind a little cold snap like this weekend isn’t quite so displeasing as it might be, I mean this is, after all, The Mitten and we’re going to have some late season …… Wait! What is that white stuff falling from the sky? I realize that we’re close to the time when cottonwoods will start to shed their little pufflets about but it’s too early for that and… Snow? It’s snow? Snow on a Sunday morning in Mid May? Something is seriously wrong here folks. Look, I can put up with the chilly weather and all and even share in a little regional angst about the possibility of an extended frosty period endangering the fruit trees and newly awakened plants and even endure an errant day or two bearing up under the sheer inconvenience of dragging along a coat, but this,,,, this, Mother Nature, is way over the top. What was our crime? Describe for me the possible grievous sins we committed that led you to wreak such wicked vengeance on a people who having endured your all too long winter are ready to break out in song and celebration? Is this some twisted form of retribution for dissing the meteorological mayhem you spent months inflicting on we Mitten dwellers? That’s it. I’m through. Pack up the house and slap a for sale sign in the yard because I’m all done having to… Wait a sec. What’s that? The sun? Suddenly the sky has stopped shaking the icy dandruff out of its clouds and the sun has peeked through. Ok it’s still rather cold and all but there are wonderful patches of blue all around us and the lake is shimmering like a gigantic field of crystals. And the weather folks are saying 60’s all week rising up to reach the 70’s by the weekend? Yes! It’s all smooth sailing from here on out friends and neighbors. No scrapers, no shovels, no sweaters or heavy coats, and no worries. I can’t imagine why anyone would ever consider leaving such a glorious geographic location. I’m telling you it’s like this unique slice of paradise and….. No. It can’t be. Again? I’m calling the realtor. We are so out of here and ...and… Man, look at that blue sky. Comments are closed.
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