While the romantic in me wants spring to be my favorite season, new beginnings, fresh starts, endless possibilities, Easter; the Minnesotan in me just cannot learn to love this season.
For one thing it can't make up it's mind.
On Tuesday spring looked like this in Minnesota:
Today it looks like this:
All we can do is hold on to the hope that very soon we will be able to do this:
all day long.
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