In Minnesota we have two seasons: Winter, and road construction.
Welcome to Minnesota. Enjoy our orange cones!
But sandwiched between them every year is one single, glorious day we call “summer.” Summer really does feel that fleeting here, perhaps because the winters are so memorable.
Proof that Mother Nature is trying to kill you.
This is my friend Norine, casually stopping by to say hello.
But on that rare day when the prairie grasses sway in the breeze like an inland ocean and the sky turns a deep cerulean blue, I forgive nature for the months I’ve spent as a purple popsicle.
Today was one of those rare and glorious days.
I’d made plans to spend the morning with my friend Carol, who lives near the town of Stillwater. She knows all the meandering back roads and scenic spots — including this public dock on the St. Croix river.
Carol also has a great eye for architecture, and today she gave me a tour of the Jackson Meadow community in nearby Marine on St. Croix.
Part of the idea behind the development is harmony with nature, so the yards and public grounds are planted with native prairie grasses and wildflowers. I loved how you could hear birds everywhere, and the buzzing of bees.
The light was so intense that the colors almost looked fake.
But Carol was there; she can vouch for me.
And I can vouch for the fact that there’s no better way to spend the rare Minnesota summer day than with a dear friend. Thank you, Carol.