Short stories and photos shared with humor and love
Darling crocus, You pop up unexpectedly and turn a dull weekday into spring. First flower, saffron shield, happy herald, brave bulb. You arrive with far less fanfare than your thirstier cousins, claim your space on the frozen ground, next to piles of dirty snow and creeping ice, and wave those dainty petals with unfettered glee. [...]
If spring in Wisconsin teaches us anything, it's to seize the sunny days. We're good at that here. Like daffodils, we rise through the snow and turn our faces toward the light. We shrug off approaching storm clouds and dance, push strollers through puddles, bounce basketballs off muddy pavement and, when the rain washes away [...]
Yesterday, my husband Vince and I limped our bikes down to the local bike shop for their annual tuneup. I love my bike and it's been loved. Each rip on the handle bar grips tells a story. The gears shift in a temperamental manner that keeps the cadence of my pedal interesting. The seat grows [...]
When the blizzard Evelyn came roaring into our neighborhood Friday night, plopped herself down and refused to leave we thought, "That's not the Evelyn we know." When she whipped herself into a frenzy, tossed tree branches into our yards and left waist-high snow drifts and ice in her wake, we said, "That's not our Evelyn." [...]
My friend Angie mused a little during our Wednesday morning bootcamp. "You know," she said between impressive plyo jacks. "If you squint from a distance, the snowy bushes can look like flowering dogwood trees." This is what it's come to here in the Midwest, where spring takes its ever-lovin' time. We delude ourselves. One year, [...]