The past week has brought a palpable shift toward spring to Minnesota.
Yes, it’s still snowing. But instead of plunging below zero after each snowstorm — as is typical between late December and February — now we’re inching above freezing during the day. This has enticed me to spend a lot more time outside.
Last Saturday morning, the sun still seemed mostly ornamental amid the haze.
I thought of my mom’s dearest friend, May, who during an ill-advised winter visit from Mexico once declared Minnesota to be “the vivid image of desolation.”
By that evening we were again in full-on whiteout mode as yet another snowstorm piled yet another six inches onto the roads. During our drive home from the grocery store, Esteban obliged my compulsion to MUST DOCUMENT EVERY WAKING MOMENT by fishing my phone out of my purse and taking this photo.
“What happens to all of that snow?” you may wonder. Why, it gets plowed into the parking lot of my local Target store. The tree in the background gives you an idea of Mount Target’s scale.
But on Sunday I awoke to a whole new world. Yes, the snow was still knee-deep …
… and I still needed mittens. (This photo was an accident. I held up my hand to reset my camera’s auto-focus, but ended up with a finger selfie by mistake.)
*Ahem.* As I was saying, Sunday was different.
I knew the snow on the trees wouldn’t last, so I walked as quickly as my stubby legs would allow in knee-deep snow.
That’s how I got a closer look at how delicately and precariously the snow was balanced on the branches.
Those branches were once again bare as last night’s huge full moon rose in the east, casting its reflection on the snow.
The day’s dying light also was reflected in the snow …
… but when I looked more closely at the warm glow behind my favorite oak tree, I could almost imagine the crickets singing one of our long summer sunsets to bed.
Bring on the Big Thaw.