After driving into a full-blown summer in Mississippi and Louisiana, and then redriving back into a faltering conversion from winter to spring, we're finally getting more sure signs of spring's arrival here in Michigan. Yesterday morning we were in the high sixties, just kissing the 70's.
We're not up with a summer as advanced as in Louisiana - bull thistles were in SEED! - but, our lawns are a rich, deep green. Our landscape guys are well into spring cleanup, getting leaves and branches up, and off to composting. Flying weather is sneaking back into our forecasts; bike rides are sneaking ack into plans; walking - instead of cross country skiing- is sneaking back into our parks.
After bouncing around much of the CONUS and Pacifica, and returning to my homeland in our Great Lakes area, I find that four seasons still appeal to me. Piper San successfully and happily transplanted to Louisiana; but, I don't. For me, Louisiana is a special place to be held in awe, to be visited and enjoyed, and then to be left to be awaited again. While not quite a magical kingdom, the friends there do make it a treat to imagine and return to. Thanks.
We're not up with a summer as advanced as in Louisiana - bull thistles were in SEED! - but, our lawns are a rich, deep green. Our landscape guys are well into spring cleanup, getting leaves and branches up, and off to composting. Flying weather is sneaking back into our forecasts; bike rides are sneaking ack into plans; walking - instead of cross country skiing- is sneaking back into our parks.
After bouncing around much of the CONUS and Pacifica, and returning to my homeland in our Great Lakes area, I find that four seasons still appeal to me. Piper San successfully and happily transplanted to Louisiana; but, I don't. For me, Louisiana is a special place to be held in awe, to be visited and enjoyed, and then to be left to be awaited again. While not quite a magical kingdom, the friends there do make it a treat to imagine and return to. Thanks.