Twenty-Four Days and a Wish

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.” — Anne Bradstreet Twenty-four more days until spring arrives in the northern hemisphere. On Tuesday, it was 45F (7C) in my part of Wisconsin, which required a walk in the neighborhood. The skies were a brilliant blue, the sun exuding warmth, and although there was a noticeable southwest breeze, it was warm enough to reject a neck gaiter and extra-warm gloves or mittens for the first time inRead more

SoCS: Around the Sun in 12

Three hundred sixty-five and one-quarter times around the sun. Twelve months. Another year has passed by and 2019 is almost finito. I thought I would take each month of the past year and share one or two things I remembered about it (good or bad) and see what kind of picture is left. January – Horrible winter month. I worked from home one day, toward the end of the month, because the wind chill was -50F (-45.5C). Brrrr. February –Read more

SoCS: Spoke Too Soon

It spoke too soon. Spring. The season didn’t shout loud enough on March 20th. (It was more like a whimper.) It’s been a retreating plod toward warmer weather and green grass. Last weekend, we had the worst April snowfall on record. Actually, it was a blizzard because the winds were howling as well. At times, the snow fell sideways. And blew sideways. As you noticed within my Wednesday post, I spent the entire weekend indoors and did not venture outRead more

It’s April

Oh thou crappy snow Why are you bothering me? It’s April and I’m a fool for believing a whisper that you would be gone at the end of March You were scarce around here all winter Oh thou crappy snow Why do you show up now? Why do you torment me? Why do you scatter your white, icy, wet flakes on the ground? It’s April and I’m a fool for believing that I would be riding a bike after theRead more

Friendship & Bike Legs

This past weekend was fabulous. It included the company of long-time friends, good conversation, fantastic weather and a bike ride. After work on Friday, I headed south toward Milwaukee to catch up on the past nine months with friends I have known for a long time. We had not seen each other since the end of July 2016. I had not seen the new house they moved into last August. There was “catching up” to be done, along with aRead more

A Snowy Perspective

A Facebook friend commented on Saturday: “Dear Mother Nature, hey girl, let’s talk. It’s this whole snowing in April thing. Is there something else going on or troubling you? Is it Father Time again and his ever insistent marching on? Listen sweetie, I get he can be stubborn, but please don’t take it out on me or the state of Wisconsin. I love you through every season and change, you know that. So, can we go back to clear andRead more

April’s Buds & Brown Bits

Two weeks past, I went for a walk amidst the brown of early April. Grass seized the only color, peeking its newborn green out of a former blanket the color of straw. Trees held the first offering of spring buds, waiting to burst into naïve, pale leaves. The creek crept contentedly past a thicket of brown bits along its bank, and under the speeding wheels of a four-lane highway. Destination unknown. The path of April’s newness begins with shades ofRead more

Scraping Up an Early Bird Sunrise

As an early riser – 5:20 am – Monday through Friday, I often get the early bird special of a beautiful sunrise. This particular morning, on April 1st, it was a little chilly and I chose to take a photo from the other side of a car window that wasn’t completely cleared of the frost. The very next morning, April 2nd, I was greeted by another colorful sunrise, this time accented with the onslaught of puffy gray clouds. Since then, the daysRead more

The Color of April

I went for a walk at noon on Monday. The temperature was 55 degrees. Today, on Tuesday, the high is 35 degrees. Typical April, the roller coaster month of weather. The northern part of Wisconsin may get a snowstorm, 6-12″, starting Thursday night. Ouch! The month of April is also shades of brown – grass that hasn’t turned green, dried leaves still clinging to the trees, and brown, muddy fields waiting for the seeds of corn and hay. I loveRead more