Jokes about Michigan’s abbreviated spring are cliché for anyone who’s lived here for more than a few months. Winter is interminable, and lingers long into April; we’ve been reminded of that this week, when we got snowfall yesterday. The trees typically don’t bloom til early May even in the southeast; from that point things evolve rapidly so that by month’s end the daily high is routinely in the 80s, and the air is humid.
I have a considerable chip on my shoulder about the state I’ve spent my life in,* and our climate is one of many reasons for that. On the plus side, once you’ve lived here, it makes you really appreciate what other parts of the country take for granted. I had no complaints about the chill of San Francisco in January or the (usually) brief showers in Scotland in September, and Texas in March was almost thrilling. And unlike Southerners or Californians, Midwesterners know how to drive in an inch of snow. I like to think this harshness makes us Midwesterners a little tougher than the rest of our fellow Americans.
As I write this the sun has re-emerged after being smothered by clouds most of the day, and the temperature is a crisp, invigorating chill. It’s perfect for sweater-wearing, and I think the dogs are going to get a walk this evening.
*and about a lot of other things, obviously…