We capped off Molly’s Easter break with a quick trip to the cabin where we celebrated spring by tramping through the knee-deep snow, building a giant fire and watching ice flow down the Oconto River.
Ahh, Wisconisn, you stubborn state. You cling to the winter of 2013 with every blue, frozen finger of your impressively clenched fist.
Forward, you say? We’ve been stuck in February since that rotten rodent declared spring. It’s time to roll out your splendid daffodil welcome mat.
Call up your gentle breezes and dancing grass and tuck away that bracing, skin-chapping, eye-watering wind you’ve been tossing around for the past, oh, seven months or so.
Give us a bud or two, Wisconsin. Your naked trees are embarrassing.
And that dirty snow is so last season. Green’s the color now for fashion forward lawns, and fresh asparagus and strawberry hulls.
I’m not asking to water ski on Shawano Lake, but ice fishing? In April?
I’m ready to put away my fat down coat and shelf my three-layered snow mobile boots that have made my pink polished toe nails completely irrelevant.
Those festive white twinkle lights that brightened our evergreen bushes in December look sad and undignified trapped under inches of dirty ice.
I’m just going to say it — you’ve overstayed your welcome, Wisconsin Winter. It’s time for you to go.
