Here in Wisconsin, where winter sometimes has the nerve to stick around until May, we’ve been fortunate to experience a taste of spring throughout March.
Winter did, indeed, go out like a lamb. And the joke’s on you, winter, because April Fool’s Day was delightful, with a brisk wind left over from March and summer-like temperatures that danced up to the top of the 70s.
I want to remember this day and treasure this day because I know this kind of weather is all too rare around here.
I want to remember these fresh spring breezes when it’s 92 degrees with 88 percent humidity.
I want to remember these fresh spring breezes when winter winds howl and the furnace never stops chugging.
I want to remember these fresh spring breezes when tornadoes rip up trees and tear up the town.
But I probably won’t.
It’s human nature to whine, I…
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