Finding sun, trees, and tree art at Chicago's Morton Arboretum. One installation covers a tree outdoors in colorful crochet.
Courtesy of Craig Summers Black
This kind of weather really frosts my flakes.
And I mean that literally. “Literally” as in “literally.” Not “literally,” as some people now use the word, as in “I am raising my eyebrows and being hyperbolic.”
Well, pooh. I am not merry in the least.
OK, so I am whinging (an Englishism, and a fine one) again about Iowa’s overlong winters.
At least the daffs are up and many of my magnolias are abloom. Although the constant 30-m.p.h. winds of the past week are tearing the blossoms to tatters.
The solution to dealing with this confounding weather is probably obvious to you at this point: road trip.
Turns out it was a great idea. It was clear, sunny, and warmish at the 1,700-acre park. Wish I had brought my bike. Or, like the woman in the oak savannah, knew Tai chi.
The magnolias were out in full force [see first photo above], and I found myself admiring the brightly colored catkins of the many kinds of willows, not something I ever thought about before. Actually gorgeous.