It's about that time again

I was actually annoyed when we got an open blog post this weekend.  I had actually no idea what to write about.  I sat down in a comfy chair and blanket and began to write about stresses of life-- the only thing on my mind.  But no sooner did I finish that piece, did I highlight every word of it, and tapped the delete key.  That was not what I wanted to write about.  There I sat for a good ten minutes staring out the window at the picturesque day outside.  It was so sunny; not a cloud in the sky.  I could be the perfect summer day.  However, a closer look would reveal the brown, leafless trees and wilting grasses.  The transition is almost complete.  Minnesota would soon turn into that bleached wonderland once again.  Grass will no longer be visible, along with most of the world, and not to mention the temperature will divebomb about eighty degrees.  As I watched this I pondered the banal question, what's your favorite season?. Whenever this is asked, my answer is never solid.  Usually, I teeter between spring and summer, but the word winter is never far to follow.  I think living in Minnesota creates a soft spot for winter, no matter how much you hate the two-inch think, pain-in-the-ass ice on your windshield at 6:40 in the morning, or the six months without seeing ground, or even the occasional month without going above zero degrees, winter still has a place in our hearts.  I know I could never live in a place that doesn't get snow or doesn't even get below freezing.  As much as I love to think of myself as a summer girl, there is no doubt that winter is my season.  It's in my blood.  For now, fall is here, but not for long.  In no time at all, Minnesota will be that white wonderland once again.