As I type this on Tuesday morning, the dogs are howling. There must be a siren somewhere in the neighborhood, though I can't hear it. It's a beautiful morning, and it's going to be a beautiful day--near 80 degrees. Snow flurries by the weekend, they're saying. April and May have switched around, just like October and November did last fall.
We saw all kinds of things. We saw a Michael Cuddyer home run, and watched the outfield display light up and Minne and Paul (I think those are the names of the ballplayers on the sign) shake hands.
We saw a guy dressed up like a rabbit. (Look directly up from the "d" in Budweiser, and credit my sister Heidi for spotting him.)
We saw the sky darken, and the lights go up in downtown Minneapolis.
And we saw lots of smiles, because the Twins beat the Tigers 10-4.
Today's nature note: Lilacs at their peak. My baptisia is about two feet tall and forming buds. New grass around Riley's tree is bravely poking through the dirt, willing to give it another go this year.