Pleasantly tolerable…

Do you know how you know that you have become a true North Dakotan?  You know when you start viewing anything above zero with sunshine in February as a lovely day.  Seriously…lovely.  That is the mentality of the truly hardy who move into their summer attire when the temperatures start to move into the mid-30s.

I have arrived – as a true North Dakotan that is. I find today to be lovely.  It makes me want to look at nursery catalogs and make plans for new additions to the garden.  My mind has moved beyond the dreary doldrums of winter and into a state of temperate cheer.  I am a North Dakotan.

Not that it is time for summer attire yet.  But it is coming – soon.  I am extraordinarily happy with the forecast for this week.  Not that it denotes an early spring or anything crazy like that.  What it provides is an outlook of a week that is pleasantly tolerable.  Sure, we have those sub-zero lows in the coldest part of the days, but for me, the snowman is half-melted.

It may be too soon to ponder drinking my morning coffee out on the deck in my pajamas (in fact, given my pajamas this may never be a good idea), but it is the promise that tolerable temperatures bring that make them that much more pleasant.  ;-)

Day one thousand three hundred and twenty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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One Response to Pleasantly tolerable…

  1. tim haering says:

    Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
    Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
    Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
    And I say it’s all right

    You know, Ms. C, it’s the same in Wisconsin and the Hoosierland where I grew up. After 3 weeks of grey, when the sun peeks thru and temps roll past 20.

    Sun sun sun, here it comes

    HOt patootey, bless your soul, I really love that rock and roll.

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