Spring is always welcomed in the upper Midwest. The long winters make this seasonal change so inviting. Sadly, an Iowa Spring is also a very unpredictable season with mercurial temps and weather - 70 degrees one day, sleet, and frost warnings the following day.
As the days grow longer, the sunlight is welcomed, but deceptive. More than once we'll blast out the front door anticipating a comfortable stroll to the mailbox, only to be greeted with the bone chilling reality that we left our winter coats in the closet. The price of optimistic thinking, I suppose.
These are not like the lovely waves of Spring I remember from my days in the Carolinas with Azaleas, Box Woods, and Redbuds in a cacophony of warmth and color.
But in the very least, gone are the mounts of snow to be replace by a blooming pear tree, an albeit brief harbinger for the scorching summer ahead. I'll take it this in all it's glory, and await the arrival of the Orioles, Blue Birds, and Grosbeaks.
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