...just hibernating, much like many other things in Minnesota. Apologies to all (six) of my readers for not posting since early December. Winter brought with it illness at home and craziness at work that made a few months go by in a snap. But I am back "online", clearing the cobwebs and trying to remember what font I'm using and how I managed to post 600-pixel-wide photos in the last few entries.
The days are getting longer, the temperature is rising, and while I fully expect Minnesotans will get pounded with one or two final snowstorms, I can't help but marvel at the prospect of the spring activities, many of which will be shared for the first time with my son. Em and I share a fondness for cycling and are eager to wheel Miles around in a trailer behind our bikes. As a young child, I spent a fair amount of the summer seated in a trailer, rolling along behind Dad's 10-speed, waving at cars as they passed. It was such simple, practical and effective entertainment that will always be one of the most enduring memories of my own childhood--and one that I hope I can pass along to the next generation.
The days are getting longer, the temperature is rising, and while I fully expect Minnesotans will get pounded with one or two final snowstorms, I can't help but marvel at the prospect of the spring activities, many of which will be shared for the first time with my son. Em and I share a fondness for cycling and are eager to wheel Miles around in a trailer behind our bikes. As a young child, I spent a fair amount of the summer seated in a trailer, rolling along behind Dad's 10-speed, waving at cars as they passed. It was such simple, practical and effective entertainment that will always be one of the most enduring memories of my own childhood--and one that I hope I can pass along to the next generation.
2 comments:
More pictures!!!!! :)
Is the essay on what it means to be a Minnesotan knocking around in your brain? One thing I would have to include, if I were a Minnesotan,is the gills Minnesota rural youth grow when they're helping in the field during harvest. All the sweat, humidity, and corn moisture...we used to haul water to my Uncle Franklin out in the field and it was like swimming just walking outside.
I miss the boy. He's a wonderful playmate and did so well around a big group of people!
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