Spotted March 23 in Grinnell, Iowa
There are certain things that make me wish I lived a little bit farther south. Not a lot farther, just, like, Iowa.
Especially when recipes start coming into my inbox for things like: “asparagus, ramps and morel frittata.”
When someone posts a photo of a garden bed full of crocuses and the shoots of daffodils.
When I hear about the call of red-wing blackbirds and throw open my window but all I can hear is the distant sound of traffic.
When friends are embarking on 30 days of biking and I just can’t get myself to do it during the April 1st snowstorm.
When I’m wondering if the snow will be gone in time to put out candy eggs for Easter.
Then again, there are things I would sorely miss:
The sound of the sand hill cranes defending their frozen wetlands from loud flocks of geese;
and the soft blue light in April at 8 p.m. when there is snow on the ground and the sun is just going down.