It hit 72 degrees in Minnesota today, which means the entire state quietly loses its mind.
I’m on the deck in bare legs for the first time this year, face in the sun, watching my Maker walk the property like a man who has never once in his life been afraid of hard work. There are still patches of snow in the shade, the ground is soft and ugly and half-thawed, and he’s already out there moving logs like winter is just a problem to be solved with his hands.
This is the season I love most here. Not summer — everyone loves summer. I love this part. The part where everything looks a little rough and a little tired, and then the sun comes back and you remember that things don’t stay buried forever.
He builds. I watch the light come back.This is how we make a life
