During my 5+ years here in Minnesota, I have found that there is something special about the winters--something I treasure above all else. Known to be bitterly cold, unpredictable, and a bit too long, Minnesota winters remind us to hope. Yes, that is right: HOPE.
Toward the end of January, when we Minnesotans have resigned ourselves to driving down smaller roads and tolerating the thick scab of salt covers cars, buildings, clothes and the mountains of dirty snow that litter the sidewalks, retail shops begin switching from winter to spring merchandise....HOPE.
After a long stretch of freezing cold, we get several days in the low 30's (ecstasy)! and the HOPE that winter might be over sooner than we thought. Or, when the big blizzard finally stops blowing, there is the glimmer of HOPE that it will one will be the last one of the season.
Family and friends work extra hard to find activities that HOPEfully will keep our spirits up during the long slumber--even if it is just sliding down a frozen mountain on a piece of cardboard. Huddling together over hot bowls of soup or stew afterwards to enjoy a brief moment of fun and joy during an otherwise challenging time.
And Knitters, we busily feather our nests with with the softest, finest, plushest yarns to keep our hands busy and families warm. We just HOPE we have enough yarn to last until spring.
I could go on and on, but I think you get the point. Winter sets up up to fully appreciate the rest of our seasons here. I think this officially makes me a Minnesotan.
Eryka
P.S. My friend Lyneys says she likes winter because there are no bugs. I forgot that one.
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