Spring forward, step right up, and splish-splash into the puddles debuting all over Minneapolis. At long last, the coldest winter in 37 years is stepping aside for blooming flowers, warm light, and sun-kissed cheeks.
We live in an itsy-bitsy apartment on a teeny-tiny street in Minneapolis, and a steady stream of blizzards has kept snowdrifts lining our block for the past four months. Not just any snowdrifts, mind you, but mounds rising nearly 5ft on both sides of the street. A winter wonderland or, if you don’t have gloves, a bitter frozen tundra.
Temps reached nearly 45 degrees today, and I tingled with excitement as I watched the streets fill with water. I considered grabbing my bikini and going for a swim to celebrate the start of spring.
Imagine my excitement when I stepped into a puddle and sank to my knees. It was glorious and grand and made me all kinds of giddy. Before long, I was daydreaming about roadtrips and softball games and bike rides to the farmer’s market.
To get prepared for spring adventures, I made a picnic blanket out of scrap fabric. I took five colorful scraps of fabric, sewed them together, and then lined the back with a similar pattern.
How are you preparing for spring?