I've been sweating through a semester-long class and now that it's over, I feel like I've been let out of the fields and allowed a glass of lemonade. The blog has taken a backseat to the work, unfortunately. But here I am, ready for summer.
Yesterday here in the Twin Cities we had an unusual weather day: hours and hours and hours of 40 mph winds in 95 degree heat. It was as if Minneapolis had been put under a hair dryer, and all the trees and blades of grass began to wither as the wind went on and on and on. The flags at my office, all relatively new, shredded at the ends by afternoon.
When I moved to Minnesota from Northern California four years ago, Dad and I drove the 2,000 miles across the great American West and encountered our share of wind. By far the windiest place was wyoming, where it seemed everywhere we stopped had a steady 30-50mph wind, everpresent, unrelenting. The grass seemed short and the ladscape relatively treeless. Beautiful and stark and dotted with antelope who didn't seem to mind the wind. Perhaps Antelope are just too fast to be bothered by it.
Before our hot wind arrived this week, I had a lovely day at Snail Lake Regional Park in Shoreview, Minnesota. The park contains several reservoirs for the City of St. Paul and families hugged the shoreline, fishing in the clear lakes.
The parks along the lakeshores were green on blue. This is Sucker Lake...which oddly, does not suck.
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