Monday, April 7, 2014

Florida: Epilogue

Tulips and daffodils will soon be in bloom
After I hit 60, I often thought about this segment in the opening monologue of  a Jerry Seinfeld episode:

"My parents live in Florida now. They moved there last year. They didn’t want to move to Florida, but they’re in their sixties, and that’s the law. You know how it works. They got the leisure police. They pull up in front of the old people’s house with a golf cart, jump out, “Let’s go Pop, white belt, white pants, white shoes, get in the back. Drop the snow shovel right there. Drop it!”

Although we've occasionally entertained the idea, I don't think we'll be moving south anytime soon. The Florida road trip now seems like a distant memory, and I was really ready to come home to quiet St. Paul last week. Like true Minnesotans, we followed the weather in Midwest and across the continent while we were gone, and we had the impression we would be returning to the dead of winter, with five-foot snowdrifts in the yard.

In reality, we were a little stunned to see signs of spring everywhere, with the little remaining snow melting under a hot April sun. Of course, last Friday's blizzard felt like something of a setback, but the snow was already melting on Friday morning and by yesterday, it was almost gone. Some of the daffodils and tulips I planted last fall are peaking through the protective cover of leaves in the garden, and I am enjoying the long days, bathed in the glorious light of a Minnesota spring.

The temperature soared to the high fifties yesterday, as warm as a few of our days in Florida. Today the sun will shine on the Twins' home opener. Summer can't be too far off and I'm happy to be spending it in Minnesota.