It was beautiful day today in Minneapolis.  When my big guy was 5 years old, we thought about moving to a place where the winters weren’t so bloody awful.  It is days like this when I’m so glad that we didn’t.  In the corner of our lot, some sort of perennial is reaching for the sun.

Amidst the brown grass in our lead-filled soil, I saw life.  Winter is over.  And, this week, I’m finishing those taxes and shopping for a new bike.

Any recommendations?