Minnesota, the state where the water is still frozen solid on April 6, and I’m not talking about the frozen margaritas.
I took this shot of the Mississippi River in Little Falls this afternoon. My father tells me other parts of the river not behind a dam are open, and in fact, he’s planning to do some open water fishing next week (equipped with mittens, no doubt).
Here’s a look at my parents’ yard at dusk tonight (at least dusk lasts until 8 p.m. this time of year). Dad, who’s lived in Minnesota all his life and turned 70 last month, says he’s never seen this much snow on the ground on April 6.
I admire the endurance of Minnesotans who not only persevere through this kind of winter but actually enjoy it.
But I’m so glad I’m no longer among them.