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My Seasonal Dread Peaked in the Boundary Waters
The appreciation and anticipation of doing nothing
In Minnesota, we have a front-row seat for every single season: Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer. The seasons are all very different.
Autumn is cool, the sun still wants to be involved, and the red and orange maple leaves make most folks giddy. After enduring the humidity and sun-burned grasses of August, September and October are a favorite for many.
Winter, the dealbreaker of living conditions for some, can reach negative (F) temperatures, bringing out the skiers, the ice skates, and the hockey hoodies. When imagining Minnesota, I believe some picture a snow-covered landscape 12 months of the year, not realizing our temperatures range from 0 to 100 degrees (F).
Spring brings hope for me, my ideal season. Spring is damp, slow-moving, peaking through the distant clouds. The fronds of ferns poke through the musty fallen leaves of fall, with tulips and daffodils first with blooms.
Summer, even the name feels bright and boisterous. Although, it’s humid and not as grand as one would expect.