THESE ARE GLORIOUS DAYS in Minnesota. This May. This month when the landscape morphs from greys and browns into the vibrant greens of spring.
Leaves unfurl a canopy of green.
Lawns grow lush and sprout crops of dandelions.
Tulips pop bold colors like exclamation marks in flowerbeds.
Coiled fiddleheads unwind into feathery ferns dancing in cool spring breezes.
Bleeding hearts awaken, pushing new growth from stems dangling dozens of pink hearts. Hearts of love and hope and the beating of spring. All of this I see as if for the first time, although 60 springs have passed since I was born a Minnesotan.
In the countryside, I watch a blue green Ford pick-up truck tool along an Interstate frontage road between strips of greening road ditches.
I observe, too, farmers working the land. Soon shoots of green will emerge from black soil as corn and soybean seeds erupt in new growth.
This is the season of newness in Minnesota, when anything seems possible. And perhaps it is.
TELL ME: How do you view and react to spring, wherever you may live?
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