A couple of weeks ago my friend and fellow blogger DancingBeastie wrote about the uncharacteristic lack of snow in Scotland. I promised her that my next post would be in her honor, and that it would contain plenty of snow photos. (March is usually the snowiest month in Minnesota, after all …)
And yet, as I type this, I’m wearing a short-sleeved linen shirt and sandals. We’ve shattered several temperature records in the past few days, and tomorrow it looks like we’ll surpass 80 degrees Fahrenheit (27 degrees Celsius, to my European friends).
As much as I hate winter in Minnesota, the early spring has left me unsettled. It just feels wrong, somehow. Normally at this time of the year the first few bulbs would just be starting to peek out of the snow.
But today, I instead spotted my first butterfly.
Maybe this year is just an anomaly, a blip on the long-term radar. Or maybe it’s the canary in the coal mine of climate change. If it’s the latter, we may already be too late. Still … it can’t hurt to be a little nicer to the planet anyway.
I’m putting up this post as a time capsule of sorts, with the hope of looking back at it next year as I’m reaching for the snow shovel.
In the meantime, my dear DB, here are a few of the snow photos I’d promised. Greetings from the state formerly known as Minnesnowta!