Flowers have arrived at the Lake Harriet Rose Garden, even though it is the coldest spring in memory. The skies are grey, my camera lens is cloudy due to neglect, and foul winds threaten to blow my Minnesota-nice temperament all the way to Lover's Key in Florida. (That's where I'd rather be during a cold-ass spring)
Yesterday, we packed our winter corduroy pants and wool jackets, and attempted our first bike ride on the Red Cedar Trail in Wisconsin. We had a sandwich in the rear carrier, windbreakers tied-up to our chins, and a can-do northern resolution.
Bike trail fail.
I curse you spring of nightmares! The forecast is improving this week. Still, I feel grumpy. Follow my feet...
Look at this picture-perfect picnic. Someone is braving the temperatures.
A new memorial, just in time. Plus, other neighborhood sightings.
The dog in the background has what I call the cone of shame.