Spring is in the air here on this sunny Wednesday morning. All the signs of a Minnesota springtime are on display: The temperature is a tropical 18-degrees Fahrenheit. (Somewhere around -8 C.) Yesterday’s snowfall only amounted to a paltry 8 inches. The weathermen have even less of an idea what they’re talking about than they usually do. Robins are digging the snow out of their nests. Northbound geese are making U-turns and flying back south. Icicles are slowly melting. Hard packed snow is no longer the biggest nuisance on the roads–that would be ice and slush. Squirrels and rabbits and bicycle riders are getting anxious to start moving around within a couple of months. Yes, I feel sorry for anybody who only gets to enjoy three or four or five months of wintry weather.
Of course, I’m not like most of the bicycle riders in my town–I went for a ride this morning in the aftermath of the storm. I should say that I went cycling AFTER I shoveled the driveway, scraped the ice off my car’s windows so my wife could go to yoga class, and took my dog for a walk. By the time I completed my chores, the air had warmed up to about 25-degrees.