Spring can be a sly season in the Upper Midwest.
The sun will shine and warm the air. Snowbanks will shrink to reveal brown grass. Then with the suddenness of an eighteen wheeler on the Interstate — the temperature drops and winter blows in.
It’s rather like waves on the lake against the shore. Advance. Retreat. Rinse. Repeat.
Residents learn to be cautious. Memories need to be long enough to cover a multitude of possibilities. You see it everywhere — winter coats and boots remain on the back porch, within easy reach. The front loader stays on the tractor, at the ready. Winter precautions for plumbing stay in place.