We were foiled again by the big sky this weekend. After days of blue and sunshine that was working miracles on turning things green and purple and yellow and other glorious spring colors, in its predictably unpredictable bipolar attitude it freaked out and poured down snow and freezing rain, covering us in ice and white and shutting the lights off in the little ranch house for hours.
I was pretty pissed, I’m not gonna lie. For a few minutes.
Until I realized that it was a perfect excuse to leave the laundry for another day.
And the dishes, and the vacuuming and the yard work and the emails and all things productive in general.
Ok. Ok. I took one more snow day in stride.
And read a book.
And cried and got all depressed because my favorite books are the sad kind.
But that’s it. That’s all.
Cause I want more of this…
I love a good adventure, but a girl has her limits. And snow heavy enough to snap tree branches on the last day of April is pushing that limit.
Anyway, the thing about spring snow is that it is gone before you even get the chance to use all of your favorite curse words. So when I was on my way out the door yesterday, the green grass looked like it was making its way to the surface again.
Because today I am hitting the road on behalf of the North Dakota Humanities Council to learn about a community that was home to the first North Dakota Farm and I will be interviewing two women who are working the land for a living.
I can’t wait to hear the stories.
And can’t wait to see if anyone can guess what town in North Dakota I will be visiting this morning based on the hint above.
First correct answer (for those not related to me who know my schedule) wins a matted 8×10 metallic print of this photo sent directly to the comfort of your home.
I think it’s appropriate given the feisty attitude of the season.
Because nothing fixes a Melty Monday like a prize.