Weather-You Like It or Not

      

When I was a kid the first of May was a special day. Mayday was when we gave or received May baskets to girls, in my case, that you liked. You rang their doorbell and ran away but just slow enough that they could give chase and catch you. At that point the shy ones would let you go; the bold ones would give you a kiss.

Today was Mayday. I rode my bike to work in 30 degree weather with a windchill of 18 degrees. Midmorning we were kissed by snowflakes. What remains of the snow did not melt today. It has been said many times before that in Minnesota, if you don't like the weather, just wait a day or two and it will change. Last week our world was locked in by crusty snow that kept us from the sugarbush. This is the first year we were not able to get in to tap trees. By late weekend we could have gotten in but Karen and I threw in the towel on the syrup season for this year. While I know we could get there now the weather has not been right for a good sap run. We will bide our time till the morels come up.

It has been horrifically windy the past few days. Where are the iceboaters now that the snow is off the lakes? Granted, the surface would not be smooth as oiled glass but the lakes are wide open. Karen has established a small jungle of young plants growing in containers, waiting for the weather to improve so they can go outside to play. Everything is waiting on the weather; it's not warm enough yet or its too wet, or too windy. We are never satisfied. And our wishes really don't matter. The weather will be what it will be, whether we like it or not.