What does Spring mean, besides being that span of time between April 21 and June 21? I'm pretty sure it is something different in my world than many other folks'.
Spring means it might stop snowing sometime. The only month Duluth has never had snow (yet) is July. And there's a first time for that, too. Mostly it means things turn to mud, and it rains a lot. But like lots of other places, the robins come back. The squirrels and raccoons come out of hibernation and desecrate the neighborhood garbage cans in search of food. Which means we have a rifle in our dining room and a pistol in our vestibule. Yep, it looks like the Clampetts live at our house. But I doubt any robbers will look through the windows and decide ours is the house to rob.
It also means my kids try to sneak out of the house in shorts. Nevermind that it might only be 35 or 40 degrees. If ths sun is out, so are their pasty white Minnesotan legs. I've tried to explain that since the calendar says spring, it is not automatic shorts weather. They don't seem to get it.
Spring is also a time for a couple birthdays. Rudy and Casey both roll over another year in May. They ask for the same dumb shit every year. Floaties for the lake, squirt guns, the gamat. The May birthday party is quite the ordeal, though, because there are a few others in our extended family that celebrate with the kiddos. Its mayhem, but I love it.
Spring is anticipation of Summer, in my book. Mud and filth do not appeal so I ignore them and wait for green to emerge. Waiting, waiting, waiting...
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