ON BRUTAL, double digit subzero days like today, when the cold invades your lungs, when tires crunch against brittle snow, when the cold air cuts sharp like a knife, when cars groan, when schools start two hours late, we Minnesotans wonder if winter will ever end.
It will.
In five or six or seven months we’ll have forgotten the cold and the snow and the ice and the long, dark days of winter as we enjoy…
a summer evening at a county fair…
corn-on-the-cob, garden-fresh potatoes and grilled pork chops…
the dog days of summer…
picking strawberries at a Minnesota berry farm…
native prairie coneflowers in bloom…
the sweet scent of freshly-mown alfalfa…
fishing from a dock or a boat…
instead of on the surface of a frozen lake.
© Copyright 2011 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
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